As I stare upon a sea of blackened thorns, fear takes unto me. The nightmares that stain crimson, a once beauteous sea whilst the pain of memories gnaw at me like a voracious hound... This agony reminds me that I am bound within a spider's web of lies and deceit... Ravine and wounded. Cursed and forsaken, I fall within place, with untouched snow all around by blessed moonlight. I am unbounded, so this angel sets itself free by anointing tis own wings. Stained in black, these wings arise. The ground quakes as innocence dies. Drowned in darkness my souls shall always be... For as you gaze upon this "forsaken and wretched" sight, a "NightWingedAngel" will take flight.