Literature
Falling Fight
Honey, you just stepped onto the battlefield and now you're an open target.
Drag you straight down to the seventh layer of hell.
No mercy, I'm going to paint you bright bright scarlet!
Trust me honey; this is your final farewell!
I won't stop till you utter that pled one last breath!
It was your choice that put you past the line.
Strike a stance; grab your weapon, aim, shoot, death!
This lone victory will be mine.
I am your blood red angel.
Taking you with me as I fall.
I didn't say this was going to graceful.
But darling this your curtain call.
Did you think I would regret?
My devilish smirk, is your last sight.
It's yo