The Sight

How could I ever forget the sight I had seen.
The beautiful sight that came to me when all was dark.

The sight of hundreds of angels gathered around in a circle.
Eight feet blades that are drawn flamed.

Bright light lumen over their bodies and wings.
They had soft but furious expressions on their faces.

Gently and caring flashed in their eyes.
But yet this sight I can no forget.
Now I'm one among the hundreds guarding all people from darkness.