Seraph of the Empty and Broken

One final saunter through a wasteland of broken expanse
A failing body betrays a clever mind; a vile realization of misery
Trapped in a shattered maze of iron and smoke; blinded by barriers of an empty triumph
Each step finds blood; a dire need of a dying man
Anguish beyond the horizons of a burning battlefield
 
Through the tortured clouds of flame and fire she appears
A phantom of brilliant golden rapture to the eyes; perhaps one last mirage
Reality no longer mattered in this dreadful place; a ghostly presence was enough
Life continues to fade as she comes into focus; vision struggles dearly to see
The torment, pain, and frustrations of war fade too around her
 
One hand finds the hilt of a sword whilst the other finds peace; both are stained by sin
Thirst for conquest becomes something else; a longing for a savior
The fearless becoming the foolish
Are you here to rescue or damn; a whirlwind of tormenting doubt
A blackened cloud of suffering can doom even the false heroes
 
Sadness overcomes the last fleeting bit of hope; a strike attains purpose
The bitter cold dagger finds no resistance; armor unable to resist
Words cut like blade in both heart and mind
Fly away now without me
Seraph of light; Angel of death

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