An angel witnesses a demon’s death.
The dark demon frowned,
as the water consumed him,
and he quickly drowned,
as the angel stared at him in confusion,
it was almost like an illusion,
then the angel stared back at the sky,
there they were,
spirits floating high,
a bizarre scene,
a dark dream,
a silent scream,
followed by a number of eerie cries,
then narrowing eyes,
a gaze as hard as diamonds,
and about as cold,
the angel stood his ground,
tall and bold,
waiting for this bizarre darkness to unfold.
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