She stands aghast over the devastation

That spread before her mighty nation

Rest eludes her slight and mortal frame

She wields the sword for days of fame.

The swish of cut, the pointed heat

The pierce of flesh where lovers meet

The final push the deadly lunge

Into the body the sword will plunge.

Death is now vanquished we are released

The Angel stands over the damned beast

The sword is clean, no guilt displays

Freedom reigns in loves glorious days.

The Angel stands forever, with the blade

Double-sided, sharp, never made

An eternal sword, to stop the fall

Hell defeated she conquers all.