First Blood, Angel Theif. Poem by Lunar Phantom

bothfirst blood drawn,
releases the demons inside,
as the battle rages to dawn,
sides must abide,
when blood sheds,
an angel shines,
the ones that bled,
there lives away,
he knows what happend,
he cannot deny the power,
the anger he feels,
creats a demonic veil,
that shadows his face,
he hides his disgrace,
he has fallen victim,
to the power that was offered,
a struggle to live,
his will in a somber,
he cant defy,
what has taken his body,
but the angel has come,
and is stealing his life,
the more she stays,
the anger goes away,
but one mistake,
will ruin the display the first blood spillt,
called the angel here,
to calm alll anger,
to steal there guilt,
he has become a soul,
his body tormented so long,
the demon within,
took his life,
the power he once knew,
never to be gained again,
nor does he want,
to leave his angel again,