Fallen Angels Revenge
Fire starts to fall from the sky
Her wings catching an updraft as she starts to fly.
Feathered wings as dark as death.
Magic swirling as she takes a deep breath.
An army summoned from the depths of hell.
An army of angels that fell.
Fallen angels that fell from perches in heaven.
Great numbers of soldiers led by her lieutenants of seven.
With the deaths of the last of the archangels.
Her army is the doom of the remaining angels.
Her forces are armed and ready to fight.
Out of hell and into heaven, the fallen will once again see the light.
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