Above a sea of broken dreams,stood an angel with crimson wings
Blood stained eyes and a shattered smile and a chest that held twenty keys.
One for laughter to a darkened world,and nineteen with a use thus none
The angel wept,and wept some more as she watched the setting sun
The sun rose east and then set west,then from west it rose again
The angel with her bloody wings,knew this to be the end
The sun hath claimed its beauty and no longer bore to the moon
As a world filled with darkness melted,a tragedy or a boon?
For help cried man,though man had sown seeds to darkened fruits
For man knew their sins,yet sin did man,though man knew not he co