They rose out of the shadows;
dressed in cloaks as dark as the abyss. Seven;
walking across the dirt,
torches a lit in a ceremonial circle .
dropping to the floor
banging against the ground like a warrior drum;
dirt flying. Chanting;
From the center she rose with a dress made of fire.
Allowing her to pass with her train of fire.
Her hair red as blood;
and skin pale like the cruelest winter.
She could hear the snarls in the darkness.
Approaching the darkness, fearless and unforgiving.
She moved them with the wave of hand;
for the battle had already begun.
One by one,
the figures in cloak rose relieving themselves of their cloth.
The elements of the universe;
weapons in hand.
They clashed with the demons, so many– clawing at their flesh.
They fought endlessly…
She looked around seeing her comrades all slain on the ground.
Their river of blood.
She fell to her knees;
as she was struck by a demon.
the demon clenching onto her ankle.
She dragged them with her.
Her hands slapping against the cold barren dirt.
They cut her with their nails;
slashing at her skin drawing her blood.
She lifted her head;
ready to give up and from the dark sky came a light.
With a flash;
a sword landed by her filthy hands.
She climbed the sword;
cutting her hand and using the handle to lift to her feet.
and with a swift swing–
she cut at the demon that was holding her leg.
running towards the cluster of demons.
as they saw her wings extend;
and her sword of justice on fire.
screaming and slashing through the wall of demons
Through the slice; a hand.
She grabbed it and pulled out more angels.
They were birthed through the hole of demons;
and they all devoured the darkness.