The moon shining above the fallen angel
He looks up towards the stars
He winces from the pain coming from his wings
His hand soaked in his blood
Looking around seeing only darkness he sighs
Clouds start to roam in covering the moon
Drops fall onto his face
Unable to move away
Pinned down by a sword from his archenemy
Laughter comes with the steady fall of rain
He looks to his side
The demon he was slain by walks away towards his prize
The prize the angel wanted, what he needed
He tries to move towards the demon
Unable to gather his strength he can only lay and watch
The demon places his hand on the pedestal, and whispers his command
Then a bright light envelops the angel's sight
His wounds heal, his wings extend, and again the day resets
Opening his eyes he sees one thing
His enemy his foe
His friend his pal
His only companion, the only person he knows
He smiles and readies his sword
The demon does the same
This battle isn't for supreme rule of good or evil
No nothing that major
Only to decide on what a small boy does
The decisions he makes aren't decided by him but the battle raging in his mind
A battle between right and wrong
