Faos

Not an angel of pure or a demon from Hell Forever tainted by Life's dangerous spell A dirty spirit fallen from Grace Satanic shadows conceal her face. Tattered garb cling to her ghostly form And though now dead... she continues to mourn. Death did not give her the peace of mind she sought Nor was it the Sanctuary that she had once thought. Struggling to fly on battered, grey wings Throughout the night her hoarse voice sings... Sings a hollow tune of a wretched Folly Tragic events wound into a story. Not an angel of pure or a demon from Hell On past events she continues to dwell. How could she have forgotten the pro