Having Done All....Stand

Have you seen my Angel?
All glorious and white, not a drop of darkness to shadow his being?

Have you seen my Angel?
Singing hymns and smiling?
He shines his light so that I might not be afraid.

Yes, my Angel is real..
But this description I give you...have you seen such a thing?

Well, I will tell you a truth, hate me if you will.
I don't know about your angel,
But as for mine, his innocent skin is riddled with deeply imbeded scars.
His sword fully fubished with the blood of seven more..

My Angel dawn's himself in dark apparel so as to catch the demons unaware.
At the sound of an agonizing whimper from my heart his beautiful scrolled wings take flight, and they shall not return until morning.

My angel speaks a language unknown to the tounge of man and the darkness bows down before him.

My Angel walks in the shadows watching..waiting to take his next swing.
He's my friend..
He's a fighter...
Hand him a harp, and he shall laugh in your face.