Fallen angel

The fallen angel of war,
with her dress of pure black,
laying now upon the floor,
after the apocalyptic attack

Her skin so pale,
her body crying blood,
taken from her grail,
after the great dark flood

They flocked her
the beasts of death
the sword of the ruler
taking away her last breath

The beasts, unknown
no ounce of remorse
attacking her in a giant cyclone
with all their great force

they ran from the field
but unable to flee
as their fate was now sealed
they were no longer free

The beast of war appeared
the ultimate lord!
with his great shining beard
and his epic sword

He massacred the demons
the sword like fire
and swore to his legions
her life will not expire