A New High For the Darkness
It was the time for rejoice,
the humans had no choice,
the demon listened intently,
to the white winged angel’s voice,
as it crackled through the dark hand,
that covered his mouth,
and darkness knew he had command,
as it marched with evil throughout the land,
with the white winged angel in tow,
the evil darkness continued to flow.
One angel down...
But so many more to go.
The demon displayed his gift,
and he put on such a show,
and through human emotions they shift,
the demon strengths grow,
a new high for the darkness,
and for the light, a new low.
Copyright © Frank F. Atanacio | Year Posted 2009
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