Red and Black

         Darkness spreds across the infinite land as lightening crosses

the sky.

Flames shatter all that stands in their way; the sky gains the color that predicts war and blood spilling…red

My black dress seams to be combined with the land that sinks in shadows and blood…my hair, blown in the wind, contrasts with the sky…my white skin appears to be the only shade that disturbs the equilibrium between the two colors that rule the scene…red and black!

The land is full of bodies in various states of rotting…and people talk to Death. I don`t mind their word for I am drown by the reflection of my face in a puddle of blood…my eyes are lightless, my lips black with a drop of blood in a corner!

Souls depart the bodies to join with the bloody sky, and lightning hits the corpses incinerating the flesh!

The wind bares the mass of pests impossible to suffer; sweet smells of blood…the land mourns under the weight of puddles of blood and mud.

I stare at my bleeding hands with cut wrists from witch the liquid of life springs…and I wonder why I`m not dead yet…why am I still standing?

I paralyze when I realize that the people are talking to me…

I am the Angel of Darkness…watching the faces of those in agony I know that I am doomed to bring suffering and death to all those that surround me…forever!

I suffocate on an air of burning flesh… I see the dead with their faces paralyzed in a painful grim …witnessing intense pain...until the dead shall walk again!

It`s only now that I distinguish the black of my wings…a tear forces itself from my eyes…but it`s too late!

I try to remember how I got there…how I tumbled in the flames of hell when I was the Last Angel…

It feels like I`m Death itself now…there is no place for me…not now, not ever… Until the End of Days!