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For My Fallen Angel by My Dying Bride

As I draw up my breath,
And silver fills my eyes.
I kiss her still,
For she will never rise.

On my weak body,
Lays her dying hand.
Through those meadows of Heaven,
Where we ran.

Like a thief in the night,
The wind blows so light.
It wars with my tears,
That won't dry for many years.

"Loves golden arrow
At her should have fled,
And not Deaths ebon dart
To strike her dead."

My attempt to capture the feeling of that song.

This is my contest entry for 's Red contest and is the lovely young lady with the rose.
The two male angels are courtesy of
The wings for those angels are from
And finally the textures are courtesy of I'm such a h00r for good textures. Or a slut for textures... or a texture tart... I don't know something dirty... hmm I think I've said too much.

I give the manipulators permission to post this image.

Description
For My Fallen Angel by My Dying Bride

As I draw up my breath,
And silver fills my eyes.
I kiss her still,
For she will never rise.

On my weak body,
Lays her dying hand.
Through those meadows of Heaven,
Where we ran.

Like a thief in the night,
The wind blows so light.
It wars with my tears,
That won't dry for many years.

"Loves golden arrow
At her should have fled,
And not Deaths ebon dart
To strike her dead."

My attempt to capture the feeling of that song.

This is my contest entry for 's Red contest and is the lovely young lady with the rose.
The two male angels are courtesy of
The wings for those angels are from
And finally the textures are courtesy of I'm such a h00r for good textures. Or a slut for textures... or a texture tart... I don't know something dirty... hmm I think I've said too much.

I give the manipulators permission to post this image.