“Skin so bright you’d think he was a star that had fallen from the sky. That’s until you hear him at night on his knees crying while looking to the stars above. An icy blue stare turns as black as the sky that blankets the earth; you’ll hear him speak a language that’s beautiful enough to steal your soul. His golden mane encases a face only an angel would have, but I have no more to say as I stare at the two monumental ebony wings.” by Grim Angel

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