We are all pawns

Dark feathered wings,

drift upon clouds…

Angels and demons

reap their dead spawn.

Flutter red eyes,

dark cat-like hunters.

Sweep through shadows,

from where they were born.

Wicked cackle,

angelic charm.

Blood like strips,

ripped and torn.

The night has come,

it devours the lost.

drags them down,

pities the forlorn.

When all has ended,

it has just begun.

The king of the chess game,

became a pawn…