On a battelfield stained red,
With the blood of the dead,
Mortal souls do demons keep,
While the humans weep,
Demons and Angels do fight,
Until the dead of night,
Humans sleep in sorrow,
With no hope of tommorrow,
Nothing to stop the war,
Told of old demon lore,
On blood-stained hills,
Demons long to kill,
On a battlefield stained red,
With blood of the dead,
The demons win thier souls,
A war so cold,
The prairies sadly cry,
As more mortals die,
Angels turn darkness to light,
Demons do not loose flight,
A little angel child,
Faces a demon oh so mild,
The angel is deceased,
The demons power does increase,
On a battlefield stained red,
With blood of the dead.
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Kari's Drabbles
General FictionA collection of things I've written in the past. Most of these are on Deviant art, but I'm going to post them here as well.
