Delirious dreams of relinquished battles fought to the very death. Swords are drawn and the guns are fired while Angels breathe their last. Bloodstained fields, bodies frozen in the bleak, bitter tundra. These Heaven-bound Angels fled from life so fast. It takes courage for one to face their own fears out on the battlefield. But to fly away with newly earned wings costs more than courage alone. Ranks moving forward in a battle march; enveloped by a jacket of shields. And when the blood's shed and the battle is won, the Angels are finally done. But not before the Heavens send away for the select few Those that had the valor to fly away into the night For on that cold, winter's night, the Angels took their flight.
