It was eight o'clock in early March,
one dime away from the call of duty.
We both showed up at dusk that day..
You knew you had to see me..
"Good day Má'dám", my mumbles screeched,
while laugther hid from yours...
"Good day Mé'sure", you gently preached,
concealing all remorse..
The weeks that came, could not predict
the willful actions tought.
We caved and saw a glance of joy,
an instance wanting more.
This person that I've met that day,
this girl with no remorse..
Could it be a demon stray?
An evil known before?
Not to me.. I've seen alot, but this
I've never had.
I've seen the moon, the stars, the bars,
the things that made me glad.
I've seen the front, the back of lies,
but never felt this sad.
When duty called, I took the bait
while knowing what's to come.
I suited up, and picked my mate
and there you were.. the one debate.
With options two, battalions marched
while none the wiser knew.
The demon stray, with angel wings
marched right beside their crew.
My mind was set, with no regret
this beauty overwhelmed.
Inside my head, I played the song
till midnight no more did I long.
Time for turning back had passed..
now war decides which one will last.
I chose my mate, the day before,
the day I knew she joined the crew.
Now all that's left is endless war
to prove that I won't leave her too.
Angel White, or Demon Pink
you'd think of her the latter.
Nonetheless, I've come to know
that never will it matter.
"Come now dear", swiftly said,
"The frontline is approaching".
Before I knew, the tale's end,
she saw my soul, and left my hand.
I never knew, nor did I think,
my wounds would **** an Angel Pink.