#WritcoPoemPrompt108
Just as the rain started to fall,
Forces of good and evil instantly clashed,
In circles and in twirls that darkens all,
Thunder rumbled and lightning flashed,
Demonds arose from the very debts below
There wings so wide and anger on their faces started to show
The Angels from above began to come down one by one
Straight to the demonds as the battle had just begun
They danced in the sky and sparks from their swords were flying
The ones that had lost had fallen to the ground were slowly dying
As the battle between good and evil began to parish away
there were only two left and only one could stay
face to face with swords in their hands
the final draw was near as to who would be the last one to stand
they flew in the air and met up once again
swords drawn high and now it starts begin
but something stopped them from driving their weapons in place
as they looked down seen their family dead and realized their mistakes
they have lost everyone they loved over this ridiculous battle of nothing at all
of good versus evil it makes no sense at all
so the swords in their hands that they carried they threw them down
and grabbed the loves ones that were scattered along the ground .
by doing this they had restored life in there eyes
good versus evil will never be again
they will treat each other with love and respect and call one another
friend .