Angel
They call him Angel,
He is not.
A devil once was he.
Now he atones,
For what he's done,
To set his spirit free.
To help the weak,
To free the slaved,
Will his work, ever end.
He'll walk his path,
And by his side,
Are those on who, he can depend.
To fight the evil of this land,
Till powers deem
Time atoned.
Then human will he be again,
His soul,
No longer owned.
Copyright Dreambeliever 2001