Angel

She sits on the divinity of a kingdom of light, Yet knows here place is among the shadows such as Crimson, She is to lost to lose, yet Crimson has found her, My angel now sits on the line inbetween, thinking every thought of what can be, contemplating everything, She slowly moves into the enigma of the dark, angelic hands reach out to find me, Bloody arms reach back to her, They wrap themselves around such beauty, finally You can see me, were in the dark, ready to embrace in this exchanged redemtion, We mix together such light and darkness, So opposite, yet we match on every fathomable level, No amount of light will keep this shadow from your side.