introspection
upon etheral wings of grey light a demon shall awake ready to fight bringing death to those who would steal the breath from innocence.
yet as he fights his heart grows cold making him feel weary and old
as fear grows on his friends faces
not for those he has killed
but for the hold he keeps so tight on his sanity at the sight of people dying because of fates cruel sight
and as the night turns to day the images are brushed away by a fiery angel lending her hand to the demon who is really only a man
who's heart has been crushed by fates cruel hand
only to be cured by days first light
until night once again falls bringing misery to us all.
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