A demon, a demon of hell that rose to the sky’s flying like a raven in the night its silvery long hair blowing against the wind as it flew with feathery wings that blended into the black nothingness it legs barley touching the branches as it leaped from tree to tree, branch to branch…..Twig to twig….its eyes raking the black forest glowed with pure red that showed its evil all the way down to it soul it face was a white as the moon that visited the night , but its face showed the strength of a man and the beauty of a woman though with that could kill a woman’s soul did not come with that beauty only the darkest of demons lurked in her soul that’s waiting to come out the moment death is inches
it waits to feast….
It waits for Death….
But it waits for no one….
For in the Sky……
Waits the Angel of DEATH
