Friday, December 11, 2015

Angel and Demon


There in court
In the whitest white
A messenger of peace
Cloaked in light.

Her eyes closed
A plea on her lips
A messenger of peace
On her knees.

Wrapped in shadow
A dark figure
Sits on the throne,
Expressionless.

An angel's words
A demon's ears
A crowd murmurs
As moments pass.

The demon rises:
No form, no gender
No heart, no humour;
The crowd disperses.

In the empty court
The angel's upright
As silence seeps in
Through the crevices.

A battle of ideas
And philosophies
Volleys and shots:
Words and phrases.

Then Time walks in
Stands to watch
As angel and demon
Keep fighting it out.

- Eisha






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