The Dark Angel

The Dark angel unfurls his wings

On the grave of past it sinks

Flying above  the isolation with wrinkled wings

Scarlet light emitting from his eyes

With perfect round orbs flies.

Seeing day fighting with night

It was Monarch of hell and King of Heaven fight

Devil’s trident tore the Seraphs wings

Took the angel for the ride of Hell’s swings.

                                                                    -Jaskaran S Bhandari

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