She sleeps upside down
her crucifix nailed to her black wall
it's her resting place
as she binds her feet
she then propels herself
backflips upside onto her cross
there she spits blood before she sleeps
with many souls to treasure and keep
She is one of the loyal to the word
her ranks are many with interchangeable faces
leader of the lords of reason and might
a glory to behold in battle
she shares my rank
has one less black ribbon then me
her wings she repels to the floor
as she hangs from her cross
The rush of dying again and again she dreams
knowing tonight she battles to die once again
if she gets to the nexus the last black ribbon she will gain
death will come before the sun screams morning
she is good at dying
nearly as good as me
in three nights she will rise
and I will hand her, her final black ribbon
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 2:16 AM UTC
She sleeps upside down
her crucifix nailed to her black wall
it's her resting place
as she binds her feet
she then propels herself
backflips upside onto her cross
there she spits blood before she sleeps
with many souls to treasure and keep
She is one of the loyal to the word
her ranks are many with interchangeable faces
leader of the lords of reason and might
a glory to behold in battle
she shares my rank
has one less black ribbon then me
her wings she repels to the floor
as she hangs from her cross
The rush of dying again and again she dreams
knowing tonight she battles to die once again
if she gets to the nexus the last black ribbon she will gain
death will come before the sun screams morning
she is good at dying
nearly as good as me
in three nights she will rise
and I will hand her, her final black ribbon
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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