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When Angels Cry

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When Angels Cry

  It was the age of angels and demons, during the time of the great war, towards the end of mankind and the beginning of a new world. Upon the world of man it was end of autumn, moving swiftly towards winter’s deadly kiss, all the trees left untouched by hells fire and brimstone, were dressing down for a long winter’s sleep baring their souls to the gods or what were left of them.  The scent of snow hang heavily in the air, the wind was biting any and everything like a rabid dog, snarling in freezing toes fingers and limbs. The skies were no longer the shade of blue, now it was grey in a great many a hues, the sun ran away with the moon leaving this world, cold and alone, left to its dying fate. As mankind could only sit and wait, while above them where the heavens was thought to be, angles battle with hells evil deeds. Their blood the colour of fire and hate rain down upon all the rivers and lakes. Poisoning the seas and the lands, as heaven and hell made their last stand.

  The sound of thunder mating with flashes of lightning, left the children below quite, quite frighten, hiding under broken bridges near tainted rivers and lakes, all huddle together as the ground quake. Jumping out of their skins when thunder bump into god’s shin, his roaring pushing them all over the brim. One small child slowly rises no longer did his eyes sparkle or shine, he was tired of it all sitting here waiting to die. Turning away from the others frozen in fear, he walks away for he had no one left which to hold dear. Walking towards the forest which legend has told, where an angel fell from the heavens and in the soil there still their body was hold. Snow was falling like it always does, in piles deep and biting cold, small feet walk in a zombie like shuffle, as they move left, right, left, right they did move all through the day and into that night.

 Lost eyes walking without thought in tattered clothing inside his soul did toss, his body and mind quite frozen, numb fingers and toes, he would have cried out but he had abandon all of his woes. Pushing his small thin body through the burning white stuff, wondering somewhere deep inside why did something so cold burn like hell’s fire? Would have told his friends but they all would have called him a liar, his hair dirty with ashes and shoot, as he walk on to where angle’s bones had long ago taken root. The wind scream out ripping and tearing at his hair, not wanting this human thing here, but the wee boy just push on not stopping no matter how much the wind did him harm. Soon he had reach the clearing, here there was no wind, no lightning and thunder for here even the gods did not wonder. Slowly he moved towards the frozen bones, for long ago the angel had turn to stone. Reaching out towards her no longer could he see, dead to the world no longer could he bleed, falling forwards shattering with a crunch he died reaching her dying for her touch.

  The heavens fell silence as they all turn eyes, towards the smallest angel as she held the child, inside her, her blood did boil over all this senseless turmoil. Tilting her head back as she did scream, shattering this world and this evil dream. Now we all can look out towards the night skies, and see it filled with tears, tears from the night an angel did cry, for in her arms a small child did die.
For :iconanj3lla: Happy Birthday to you I hope you like it lol it's rather short :nod: :party:
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nakedcrayon23's avatar
Sadder than sad .the imagery were so powerful.you definitely can tell a story:clap: