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