A/N: Written for the
Mega Prompts Challenge, writing prompts #37 – over 20 lines poem
The Dice Gods Challenge, demonic
the angel and the demon
They were the angel and the demon.
They wouldn't always be.
They didn't always have to be.
Ironic how she was the only one
who said he didn't have to be.
The rest of the world painted him
with black wings and claws
and demon horns and yellow eyes.
She just says he's sick
and pays his hair
and yellow eyes are sick
but they'll get better.
The wings are another story.
The wings don't go away
unless they're torn out.
If she has to, she'll tear them out
even if the blood splatters on her,
and the horns…
But she'll caress those yellow eyes
away, because that's a soft sign
that comes and goes
and she doesn't need to fight him
to make them go.
He's not too far gone
when the demon only has
yellow eyes.
And when they're not yellow,
when he smiles in relief,
he's not a demon at all.
She's not an angel either
when she rips out his wings.
They're not an angel and demon at all.
They're either/or.