Demons hold secrets close to their skin
once released the dragon flies free
A blink conjures the starless night
kindling hope in an airless room
Third time was not the charm
swallows pride and trudges on
More life behind than in front
angels fall hearing the toll
White is black and black is gray
lines are crossed in every way
Monsters eyes hide deceit
until all good is gone – complete
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
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