red clowds

In her glorious sadness,
from the depths of her battered soul,
a sigh.

it harmonieses, a melachonic song,
with the angel's cry

Stinging her loveblinded eyes,
a tear escaped.

Angels die, angels bleed.
the clouds stained red.

beneath her heart's fresh grave,
it tremors,

marking a holy massacre,
the massacre of heaven's angels..