Angelic br Death br so pretty. br All consuming, br nothing left to br deliver to hell. br Empty soul cage, open br without hope or remorse br for the sins committed. Early br Moonrise stilled her heart beat br for the third time. Killing her br silently without the parade she deserved. br Her eyes are a stained glass window of tears. br Pale lips fluttering over her last sigh. br Her breath repulsing the butterfly which hovered above. br Golden skin tarnishing in Death's Rapture, worthy lover br for the sinner she had become. Her redemption lost. br Saturation of pleasure embraced, Myth's Heaven faded without note. br As Moonfall silenced light's dance upon her face, nothing remained br of her life, of heaven or hell, nothing save pleasure.