Dancing Demons

The demons gather round the pit of fire,
Waiting for the angels to retire.
All scream as the fallen dance,
And night covers in a game of chance.

With the air so clean and moon so bright,
The Dark One laughs at mortal fright.

The embers burn off, heating all,
I am stuck to the wall.
How can the divine allow this,
As blood drains, it will be missed.

All is said and done, the dark ebbs away,
I live still, remembering that day...