and it haunted her that she could walk in the sky
because she only feared the distaste of others
and so he intrigued her because he didn't care
that she could know him because he could too

and that shadow it came every night to tell her
" salvation must never be colored blue "
she was used to the shirt that it wore saying
" I hate my life and I want to die " with a happy smiling rainbow

but he always killed the angel that flew
around his room noisily reminding him of Ravens!
slay them every time with a paper airplane to the wing
and he never remembered it until the next night it returned

and gypsies danced happily the night that
their wolves killed this boy and this girl
because the shadow didn't care how he looked anymore
and they were running out of angels


"Send Us More Angels"
-Ydachikachishiroul Skar'Akai-

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Miraman, in the year 315 AF.