The Last Angel
She walks with a burning rose, watching the decaying world,
Gods are hiding in the church, the wicked laughs of monsters she heard.
With wounded wings, she is an only angel alive
Once ruled the world her species, every single one has died.
She can't fly back to heaven or fight against the odd,
There's no one she could hide behind, no mother, no Lord.
Herbroken wings are the weight she needs to carry everywhere
Beasts preying on the last angel, they play nasty but they call it fair.
Fire, floods, tears and scream
Humanity is dead and so is every single dream.
She threw the burning rose at the foot of the god
He vanished away instead of healing the last of us.
She sits on the stairway, her legs crossed,
Someone charged an arrow; to her chest it came across.
She smiled to her killer thanking for her escape,
She could go to another heaven, that she hopes would be in better shape.