A Thought

Every dark hour has a reason

Understanding is our choice
Accepting is our challenge

Angel Fire

Have you ever believed you met an angel?
It was something just like that...
But it was a devil.

As a matter of fact, it was several devils.

This is that story...

Assaulted by promises of good time past,
Something no mortal can deny,
We followed the tail of an undetermined clan.
And yes, more than one easily got dragged.

Eaten, bitten and weakened,
The night drained away our sorrows.
Transformed into what the embrace of darkness wished,
We stalked the shadows, we danced the rhythms.
But most importantly, we drank our echoes.

Now we hold another truth.
One so different from the first.

Just like when you meet that damned angel,
Who turned out to be nothing but a sweet devil.