Once a shoulder
Broke in two,
As we get older
we cut right through.
Silently scattered
They built their lairs
Nobody noticed
How our world tears
Frontiers came up, wars were fought
On battlefields made up of a single thought
Lessons were learnt, words were said,
Nevertheless innocent blood was shed
One day, both of them were left alone
Everything was gone that they had known
When the sun rose, two figures, disheartened
Heaved from the ground to get their swords sharpened.
One was the devil, he fought with foul tricks,
ruined their dreams, had them eclipsed.
He dulled other's weapons in the dark of the night
Gave birth to monsters that they couldn't fight.
The other, named angel, cried when she killed,
She had a big heart for when stories were spilled.
Her mind, creative, dripped smiles upon
Those whose smiles had long been gone.
Distance shortened, the shambles were folded
And soon their silhouettes had been molded.
Swords were crying and laughing and shouting
Free of words that could have been doubting.
The angel stabbed him, but he never bled.
The words of her weapon seemed to be dead.
He killed them when the gloom had taken over
Fate made her blood drown in the clovers.
The war had ended, but he had lost.
For there was no one to say farewell to frost.
She died a death as worthless as other's,
Thus he sweared to take care of her bothers.
Once a shoulder
broke in two
No place to sit,
Nor to pursue.
Hidden from all eyes
Felt her last breath
Now the true angel -
The devil till death.
