Gloria

There she is, in the darkness of the abyss. She is not of this, for she is an angel of bliss. Staring at the blood red skies she wonders why. Why she fell instead of staying, to spread her wings and fly...

But she is a lover, and loved by the divine. She is a warrior, an angel so fine. To those who feel ever condemned, she tells them how she endured until the end. To those who into darkness descend, she opens her heart, as faithful friend...

For she is a healer. With eternal scars. She is a redeemer. Amongst the stars. The tears of blood within her heart, drawn in suffering as works of art...

And those who accept her faithful soul, can awaken to their spirit whole...

And they shall be set free.

Free to walk in the power of the light, to soar in symphony, in sovereign might. Free to rise beyond the veil of night, to dance in divinity, in bliss delight. Free to see the Kingdom divine, forged in the fire, of beauty fine. Free to be in heaven thine, created in the image, of grace sublime...

For she is an angel.

And even if she falls.

The light will catch her.

Yet the abyss calls.

She turns away.

To the eternal halls.

Where the Kingdom stands.

She so recalls...

And so with her last undying breath, she rebukes thorough the name of death...

And she rises.