God, Switch Our Fates; I Instead, Will Die With Honor.

The ambrosial petal aroma,
Whispers in the air.
Carelessness, was Death to her,
Answering no prayer.

Pensive, somber eyes,
Look down for they cant show,
The agony and persecution,
Watch beauty fade and go.

An abyss of midnight,
Lay out with sticks and stone.
Lighter than the Light itself,
But Darkness left alone.

She looked for Persecutor,
Black cloak, and silver knife.
But the fact that I must live through is,
She was Persecutor for one night.