Dark Whiskey

as titled

Dark Whiskey

 

Devils sit around the fires of hell

Tossing back shots of poison

One shade stands and laughs,

Raises a glass mockingly

“Angels toast to tomorrow!”

            he cries

“We toast to the black tears of yesterday!”

            his words

Are met with the cheers of drunken rabble

            and he sits

 

Look,

aren’t they foolish?

Demons fight a losing battle

With darks of flame and lies

But those above wear gleaming armor

Their patron stronger than heaven

And the battle is already won