Dark Blue of sky,deep green of oceans
So eyes of windows breathing tear
A shining nightfall of emotions
Transforming love to fear

Wise of  blossom brings new day
Swings temptations on the air
To much life or to much pain
Cuted clouds spining rain.

Alone he stands, from day to day
A part of dreadful cry of rain
His wizened wings ,a hug of night
Two-handed sword, he hones his sight.





Demon stood on the very edge of Goband.
Two of his hairy, scarred pawns layed peacefuly on an
inlayed hilt of his long,two-handed sword, which was
deepley stuck in a rock.
He breathed hard, heightening his nostril wide and his
huge,
wize wings heaved behind his mighty, wide shoulders.
He looked across dead and burned out plateaues and plains
of Hel.
Once palmy and colorful, now chared and deadly. Anywhere a
signs of thousand batlles.
Gloomy, violated ground. Smithereens of helms and holy
swords layed forgotten, along with gory,
fleeced bones of many eras of brave warriors.
And only him alone, dominated above. Older then a ground
and the sky, contemporary of time itself, Lord of Flies,
BeelZebub...
He remembered when those Lands still were green and
Blooming and flavor of flowers overflowed his minds.
In a moments like this his insatiable spite was leaving him
and he was recalling from his eternal memory
pictures of himself as a glory angel...
"Never again!" breathed Swinger and a rocks creeped of the
sound of his voice.
Calmeley he spurted his sword out and opened wide his
wings..





"from "Warrior,Queen and Demons"