Angel from her nightmare...
He keeps her safe from her scares
For they leave her all torn and bare.
She feels the fingers upon her arch
And the pinpricks of nails that hurts so much.
Though breath and blood she does bleed
Still, it wasn’t what it wants or is it needs?
A glint of silver, a piercing scream
All done in the flickering shadows of candlelight beams.
A familiar scent marks his presence.
To him, to know his face is not her care,
To her, it makes no sense
What is it that seeks to tear?
And who is he who helps her so?
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