OK so, I finaly made the last Chapter of the Angel who Fell. I hope you all enjoy, leave me alot of comments to tell me how much you like it. =D
~That’s all there was~ A piece of stone in the desert Mounted flat in the crust of the earth Covered by sand and gravel after a gust A single grain, that's all there was A decoy in a battlefield A crater in an open field Shattered raiment in the wilderness A raucous voice, nevertheless Blood oozing from the flesh Dropping on my wool-sewed dress Veins popping from underneath the skin Metal locks on my limbs Leaves of trees on loamy soil Fire that eats up all their toil Mountain restless from smokes and bombs Stones and rocks melting on the pond Lions and tigers feasting on their prey Ants and insects on horses wounds and hay Worms in soil and into mouths Old-aged suffering in gout Locusts spurng to wreck the wheatfeild Scarecrow made a greater yeild Drought that kills herbs in a blast That's all there was to last From the battle of the pasted
