She Is Ours
Window of frost and window of filled with flashes of crimson.
One full of wonder, the other holds evil things dead.
I am determined to do whatever I need to do to help this soul.
She has gone limp, not wanting to make any decisions yet.
She is ours yell the demons, background flashing scarlet tonight.
Quiet! The angels whisper, showing her a delicate sense of awe.
As emissary, I am not supposed to have favorites, yet I do.
She is not ready, I tell them. This might be return soul; better to wait.
The angels are agreeable, they begin fading in their dazzling way.
The demons are demanding, angry they have made a trip for nothing.
She belongs to our realm, Damion tells me, thinking he will scare me.
I am not releasing her yet, I reply. Stay if you want. They disappear.
My back aches. This always happens when I catch devil emotions.
Girl opens her eyes. ”Am I dead?" She is young, pretty, hopeful.
I do not reply at first not wanting to influence her decision in any way.
The windows are clear now; maybe it will make her choice easier.
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