The Mission of Innocence
She bathes in the blood of virgins drained with a knife
Extracting their souls as she takes their life
The purest of blood it cleanses her skin
And feeds the evil that flows within
The Broken Angel she rises, blood dripping from her breast
Her crimson skin draining as she gets dressed
She spreads her wings ready to fly
For it's time once more for innocence to die
The priest he has heard of this enchanting beast
And upon the souls of the innocent that it does feast
With prayers in his heart and bible in hand
He sets off on his mission to make a stand
To protect the innocent, he must fight
Against the Angel of the night
With his beliefs and the love of his God
Following paths never before trod
This journey will test him to his core
Drain his faith then return for more
The question is can he stay the course
And trace this evil to it's source
The Broken Angel keeps filling the boat
And the Ferryman he takes the souls to the Goat
His evil grows and he smiles with delight
A boat full of souls is a wonderful sight
© A S May 2015