Wings

by Stevo   Aug 10, 2005


While the night seems so long, the silence creeps form the echoing walls...
I can hear them calling my name
Asking me to play with heavenly games,
As i was about to submit, suddenly my demon sprang to guard
Ready to defend me from the playful angels
I couldn't see, his black wings as it covers me

The fight goes for days, i never notice until the slain came to end
His wounded and I'm safe
He raised his sword and there showed me the door,
I run fast towards it as he told me
I'm safe now, lying in my bed...

Will i see him again?

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