Eyes red as blood,
And feathers black as night.
Demons are supposed to do what is wrong,
And angels are supposed to do what is right.
Fangs as sharp as daggers,
And body as strong as steel.
The omen sits and waits,
He is looking for his next meal.
The foolish scum he has past,
Have yet to laugh.
At his demeanor,
He preys on the innocent.
The foolish and the wrong,
He is a demon after all.
His eyes red as the crimson we bleed,
He does not wait for us to plead.
The child at his feet trembles with fright,
No one will hear her screams fill the night.
The child at his feet begins to pray,
She wants that ugly creature to go away.
He licked his lips at the sight of her,
He could not wait any longer.
Blood was shed and so were tears,
All that was left was red and gore.
As the vile thing walked the quiet streets once more,
It grinned eerily at the sight of white.
Her wings were as bright as the moon.
She glared at him with malice.
His only reaction was a chuckle,
With that, he faded away.
He was going back to where things like him come from,Hell.
The angel sang the broken child a sad lullaby.
No body would notice the girl was missing,
No body would care.
She was just another broken voice in the air,
Unable to be remembered, and unable to be seen
All thanks, to the demon that ate her.
