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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