A story of an Angel who falls from betrail |
Deep in a war-torn country side Smoke billows from past explosions that cratered the earth. Loud thundering machines of war, Fill the air of death, hate, and greed. Even hell would grin at the sight of the endless reaping. Angels of land at their knee’s, Trying to regain lost ground.. Dwindling when compared to their previously massive numbers.. Suddenly, a new sound fills the air, Streaks of white in the sky criss-cross ‘The Angels of the Sky’ blasts through both sides of the battle High-speed winged figures tear through the smoke, shredding their ground opposition. With the Sky Angels, Scramble the ‘Demon Wing Cutters’. Desperately attempting to get their own up, Before being shot down by the saviors of the ground. Shouts of panic could be heard from the communication waves from the enemy Now Sky and Ground are spreading death to the demons. Angel 7 is whom most of the majestic Sky Angels follow, Counting up kills both to air and ground, Elite warriors following suit, Protecting their countries homeland. With the graceful savior of Ground Angels, The Sky takes their air superiority. Soon, Sky departs, no longer needed. “In God, our brethren doth fall, seeking out His righteousness” Prays Angel 7 to what remained of his large fleet, Only taking few losses. Their base within sight, Many already begin to plan on meeting their long awaited loved ones, To meet the newer additions of their family from the one they have wedded Today, the fleet rejoices, their last sortie finishing up. Suddenly, screams shudder over their communications, alarms blaring in their headset. “What the-..!?” was all that was heard first, Before their metallic frames shook terribly.. Followed by a shocked silence. The Sky Angels scatter, The new danger presenting to them bared their own countries insignia. “Flee! Sky Angel’s It’s a trap!” Cries out Angel 7 while he too, turned away. Their fleet was already halved from the surprise attack, 1, 2, 7, 11. The numbers continued to mount up, Sky Angels diving every which-way to avoid death that seeked them. Authors Note: Its a poem that later on, I do plan on making into a short story. n.n AND PLEASE RATE! |