Dark Stance
Semi-dark souls converge on a mantle of struggle,
shattered wings lay heavily on their backs.
Faces covered by thin scars of mutilation,
souls burning in a torrent of fire.
Suffering for rotting meat of hell’s kitchen,
forever damned in this stasis.
Breaking life-vows to mankind,
surviving Satan’s death blow with spiteful feelings.
Harvesting small villages for food,
turning a torn eye toward the middle line.
Goodness has been erased for temporary emotions,
cast from a mold of hate for a suicidal mission against God.
Summoning curses against this world,
banished to the chains of the abyss.
Recruited and set forth above with anger in their hearts,
renegade atrocities of heaven and hell.
Only to be laid down in a crypt of slumber,
failure of Satan’s plan to conquer the shadow plane.
