Chaos Wing Poem by Satan's Sibling

I'm here to tell a story,
Of a man who never did sing.
The story I'm about to tell,
Is of the Chaos Wing.

He covers up the sun,
In the presence of the night.
And drags out the moon,
And it's pallid light.

He summons up the stars,
And lights them like candles.
He must be free,
To latch hold of earth's handles.

He bears two glowing wings,
One of black and one of white.
He flys around the cities,
As he saves the innocent from the night.

This is the story,
Of a man, and doom did he fling.
The story I have told you,
Is of the Chaos Wing.