A Ripple of Some Emotion
She received a belligerent and suspicious stare,
from the dark demon of hatred and fear,
the dark demon was once an Angel,
he had no wings,
sharp shoulders hunched,
and sharp teeth that stings,
a ripple of some emotion
washed over her face,
she sensed the demon’s motion,
but she wasn’t afraid and there wasn’t a trace
the demon stirred, purred, almost like a cat,
face deep, dark, and looked like a bat,
her strange light colored eyes
flickered, sparked,
when the demon released the flies,
from the stench his body gave out,
she turned her head,
but nothing was said,
the dark demon just fell to the ground,
not breathing, completely dead.
Copyright © Frank F. Atanacio | Year Posted 2009
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