An Angel of what was once beauty,
Now lying facedown in blood red dirt.
The Angel of death has met her match;
Herself.
No fear,
No regret,
Just failure.
No one wants to spend
eternity
watching who they love die.
Any good?
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"An Angel of what was once beauty,
Now lying facedown in blood red dirt."
I love those first two opening lines, it's beautiful imagery at its use, thanks for entering
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I honestly think you could have done more with this... I mean... more passion could have been written into this.. more emotion... you know? I mean the picture SCREAMS of despair... and this just... didn't really get that across you know? Maybe the judge will think differently though. Good luck.
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Thank you, I redid it, what do you think?
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Oh I like this a lot more!
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