They dance in the warm wind
a myriad of colors
natures little miracles
a most worthy treat
for this battle scarred machine

Taking all my amour off
I stick the banner with her name on it
deep into the moist earth
then I kneel and pray
in obedient glory to her name

I don't think most dark Angels are bad
just think they are misguided
yet I am ordered when necessary
god to smite my own kind
destroy my own mighty and brave

The silver of pure light
the war child, the black winged fiend
we have no mercy
no need to correspond with our foe
we by her command just destroy

Yet here I sit blood soaked
tears streaming down my face
watching little flutters
in so many colours
in this kind field of butterflies

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris