Demons

The beasts rose from the fragile ocean, attaining an odour so foul that smelt of the ocean's lonely piers where all to taste would be the salt from those murky waters; as they rose, their faces were made up of sunken-soggy bone, their voices were dim and abhorring, similar to an Angel's cry of despair. But, these were no Angels, these were the fallen ones. Abnormal and desolate ports, groaning beasts was all there was to hear, cheering, nearing the ocean-side pier.

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[Set Sytes]

Great and evocative imagery, dark and evil. I particular like the rhyme at the end, it makes it more poetic. It just needs to be a lot longer!