Oh gentle angle wondering the shore.
Oh harsh demon burning trough a trail.
Onward and onward, he burns the lands.
Making their way to a place of soft sand.
The gentle angle sees their confused visage,
and goes forth to preach a message.
The demon hears the beauty and learns.
Softening the harsh and bitter words,
tearing up the demons eyes.
Kindness shown and happiness brought forth,
calming the demon's rage.
Oh gentle angle walking the shore.
Hand to hand with a demon who loves forever more.
No more harsh demon, only love and joy.
Only what a gentle soul can bring,
but who would have thought?
That the demon was me?
