"I'm sick of waiting...
I may be sick of waiting, but wait I shall...
For you are to come to me, deliver me...
Save me from this world, or help me save it."
An angel from beyond came,
To this world, to this time.
He flies on wings of silver,
And bears a sword of gold.
"I'm sick of waiting...
I may be sick of waiting, but wait I shall...
For you are to come to me, deliver me...
Save me from this world, or help me save it."
The sky of midnight blue,
Peaceful and sirene,
Filled with wonderous stars,
Of warring worlds long past.
"I'm sick of waiting...
I may be sick of waiting, but wait I shall...
For you are to come to me, deliver me...
Save me from this world, or help me save it."
The angel now does promise,
To save his lover and the world.
The glass holding reality shatters,
And releases the warring ones.
"I'm sick of waiting...
No longer will I wait...
I see you flying across the sky...
Save me from this world, or help me save it..."
Poetry
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