An angel shrouded in a robe, and his face full of light. Thundering voice calling out her name, "Muriel." He held out his hand.
She emraced him as if she had known him for many years. His wings, that flowed with beautiful grace, enclosed on them, his body warm with love and soft with gentleness. With a sigh of love, she turned his body turned cold and unyielding as glass. His armed locked against her body. She could not budge. The angel's body had become glass. She looked up to see the face she once trusted. Her eyes dilated. She screamed in fear, as the face was just a black abyss. Her scream shattered the sky and earth. The glass angel and her fell into the darkness.
"Love is lost, Love is gone, Love is dead, Love burns in Hell," chanted the glass angel.
She woke screaming from her night of rest; sweaty and bewildered. She closed her eyes and reprised her dream.
Love is lost, Love is gone, Love is dead, Love burns in Hell
Those words echo in her mind.
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