Mourning Star

I am the Mourning Star.

A black winged angel,thrown from heaven's light.
I offer release in the dead of night.
I'm quicker than a shadow with eyes star bright.
Blood drips quietly,a sudden whoosh of feathers and I'm out of sight.
Flying around at an incredible height.
Bringing silence with a touch of fright.

Blood is my serenity.
Darkness is my divinity.
To be immortal is to touch infinity.

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