For Amy

I killed death
stole her mighty wings
with cutting things
and went to heaven

I killed Aziraphel
stole his flaming sword
with a power word
and went to hell

I yelled
"Morningstar!"
and
"Lucifer!"

He greeted
"Lover!"
and
"Caesar!"

Your demons are loose
I said
I'll put them down
and you
if you'd get in my way
would be burnt coal

Vowes are a noose
he said
and let it be known
that you
have one on it's way
I'll go find her soul

And I swear

the last things
the demons will ever sing

will be

"Is that the soft beating
of mighty wings?"




Poetry by Karl-Johan
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Written on 2008-06-12 at 21:37

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