Eve Poem by Cayden Scribner

It is eve as she stands in the cathedral
The rose on the window reflects a natural shine
She attempts to clear her name in grace of the divine

While she recited her sins
Blades of dirty winged angels sharpen themselves in the shadows
‘Twas the moment that a devil was born
The images flashed of a world shattered and torn

To the dispense of pain, she follows one angel that seems to have left the tower
Catching up with him, her eyes seem to show true intentions
She is aspiring to the thing only known as death
Yet she only knows evil, and it's not like she would meet god himself afterwards