The Tale Of The Fallen Angel Poem by Aman Biswas

From the ruins of the destroyed city
Black smoke shall rise
It will kill the remaining survivors
The Hell Gate will open wide
Demons shall emerge
Rain of fire will fall
The burning sky shall have a hole
And angels shall come down
And the fight shall commence
A fight not between humans
But between demons and angels
A handful of humans who survive
Will choose to go to hell
Instead of going with the angels
They will say hell has come to protect us
And the sky shall burn in rage
Creatures of the shadow
Shall fight with all their might
But the heaven shall be the one victorious
And when all hope is lost
A being of pure power shall emerge
And a totally new race shall begin
Called the undead
Under the command of the powerful dark being
A force that will aid the remaining demons
And destroy the heavenly beings
And after the fight has been won
With one blow shall he kill everyone remaining
Including the demons he helped
And then disappear in the thick black smoke
From the same place he emerged from
The skeletons that had risen to aid him
Shall collapse
And the world shall be blown apart
By the power of the Fallen Angel
Even the spirits
Couldn’t withstand his mighty power
And I am the only dead being left
A ghost to be specific to tell the tale
Of the chaotic being
That destroyed everything
With his red eyes,
Two one-handed swords
And a scythe so large
That the blade itself was the size of his body
A being known as the Fallen Angel