Angels and Demons
Angels of silken robes bearing no disguise
Grace in battle and pain and flight
Flashing swords that hold flesh tight
As we sit and watch the clash
We actually witness a flash
The fire that will burn us alive
The flame that nothing will survive
A spark of hope and love and life
As see by a creature amidst the strife
But the death of a person and a race
As seen by a white warrior clad in lace
A race to the spot and clash of swords
A scream and a fight and a tangle of cords
The flow of red and then of black
Combining in air and leaving a crack
A crack in time and a crack in space
As black blood meets with silken lace
A break in existence that will never heal
As the two fighters cease to feel
The death of an angel and of a beast
A sad ending to say the least
For they’re only truly aloud to die
When they stop believing their creators lie
