Haunting Wings

Haunting Wings

Death descends on haunting wings, scavengers from below,

Chasing away peaceful beings, destroying everything you know.

Risking wrath’s anger far from any ever known before,

He searches for revenge and with it innocent blood will pour.

His renegade soul never settled, even after death it held fast,

Though death has him in it’s grip he had become an outcast.

Demons moved quickly from his path each time he neared,

Death as in life he was one that most people feared.

He sheathed his sharpened claws, tucked in his matted hair,

Transformed his whole appearance as he awaited her there.

She would come, this he knew for the moonlight was her time,

She had brought his death, but he could not get her out of his mind.

An angel from heaven destined to always be love and peace,

He a demon of satan, always a bleeding heart, evil never cease.

And there she stands bathed in the moon’s golden glow,

Something inside; he knew not what, a feel unknown.

He could not. A first ever he knocked the evil somewhere deep,

She still remained as he left, her soul still intact, her peace to keep.

He would find other souls, greedy, hate filled, evil hearts to hold,

But the innocent angel would ever be safe , for she had melted his soul.