Death Of An Angel

I once knew a lady named Misery. She lived in a damaged world, she calls to me in transparent dreams. A lonely star outside the closed universe. She was my twisted soul. Long ago she experienced the darkest of pain. Beauty was something she could not believe. I once knew an angel named Evil. She travelled like a ghost into the shadows. Her heart was dying for some form of life. All seems balanced now the angel burns to die.