Angel Amid Pandemonium

Dark falls and savagery creeps watchfully like a royal tiger stalking its prey Deceiving its unsuspecting victims Put under a spell by its glowing, powerful eyes A soft soul Sparkling eyes full of intent and wisdom The true nucleus of eternal goodness Honey-coloured beams of light flow fluid around him All-embracing His nature as pure as the crystal emerald waters of the nearby coast A pristine stone of charisma and virtue Like the glimmering waves ebbing on the gritty shoreline Amid darkness He is the moon Radiant and wholesome Essential for survival He is far from the surrounding conflict But takes refuge in an ethereal dimension A mystic galaxy of ethics and empathy Yet Turmoil and chaos erupt like a spiteful volcano A blazing inferno of wicked inclination and corruption A battle of diabolical forces Trapped between morality and depravity The essence of civilization Slowly wearing Loneliness and unease cloud his mind Loss of judgement paves way for blind emotion Like heavy rain extinguishing the luminous flame of the candle of virtue Violence ruthlessly devours every last golden drop of innocence and humanity Diluting the reason and humanity inside And the once-noble heart succumbs to scathing malice Fading the sparse areas of light and warmth To cold frigid darkness