Demon's Lies

Over cloudy painted skies
an angel stands with bright red eyes.
He has no wings, his halo's bent
and he's studying who came in.

He considers a quick moment
and then steps down, tainting clear liquid.
The gentle "splish" of his steps
brings a youth, the one who entered, to defense.

"Come then 'hero', let's test that pure heart.
Tch, you're a helpless kid. I'll tear you apart!"
The demon stares; all vision becomes weak,
then he's the form of the youth he intends to break.

During the battle the demon seems to know
everything hidden inside the hero.
Even the hate that burns alive
that the kid had worked to make die.

As the devil's angel takes a death blow he gasps
"See...see? Murder...I was right..."
His final wheeze comes from his bloodied throat,
"Heh...'hero'...what a joke..."

The child freezes, chilled with ice
and takes a look into those dull red eyes.
He jumps up and splashes away,
No! ...But all killing is murder...ooohh he's right!

Winds of Change

Shadows in the noontime;
daylight in the night.
Each are out of line
and neither in the right.
The wind is blowing fire,
simply breathing death,
upon the weakened life.
Why is no one's guess.

Rebellion is squashed,
they have no hope to fight.
The dictator's iron hand
holds them in his might.
Darkness reigned the kingdom,
seven years they say...
Somber bells were ringing
until that one day.

The haze of evil broke apart
as an aurora like a sword
cut through the dark.
The sudden news the people heard,
"The dictator is dead."
Soon as he came, the hero left.
He didn't bother with thanks;
just grinned and shook his head.
Then from the shore he raised his sails
and sailed away again.