Darkness Moved

The demon threw a blow,
and fell off balance,
without nothing to show,
the white winged Angel
grabbed the striking hand,
took control,
 took command,
and pulled the demon through the door,
a simple twist,
and he threw the demon to the floor,
the demon thought about the attack,
as he landed solidly on his back,
he stayed down just for a moment,
and gathered his legs beneath him,
and was prepared to strike,
the Angel stood evenly, wings arched and wide,
firm feet so there would be no loss of stride,
the demon drew back hist fist,
released a blood curdling hiss,
dark eyes full of anger,
and hatred made him explode,
but the Angel reached into the demon’s rotting flesh,
grabbed his lower spine,
and yanked it out like a tree vine,
the demon hesitated, trembling with effort to stand,
he held himself up and to maintain command,
he tried to keep his calm, but it failed,
the anger on his face, replaced with shame,
failure was not part of the plan, or part of the game,
his dark features went blank,
he fell forward to the ground,
a light thump, but a heavy pound,
and his death had the desired impact,
it was what started the attack,
in this holy war of the land,
but the white winged Angel felt that something wasn’t right,
there was no light coming in from the distant night,
darkness moved,
the air smelled of doom,
the feeling inside him was gloom,
The Angel just defeated the Devil’s son,
revenge...
Was the word that shot through his head,
and nothing could be done,
the Angel looked down,
toward the ground,
heart missing a pound,
as the demon’s dark eyes, red,
rotting flesh, with purpose,
beating heart, now dead,
revenge...

Enough said!

Copyright © Frank F. Atanacio | Year Posted 2009

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