In the twilight where horizons kiss the mist,
A symphony of two worlds, both cursed and blessed,
Angels in white, with halos agleam,
Demons in shadow, eyes that dream.

Wings like razors, black as a storm,
Demons dance in forms forlorn.
Their laughter curls like smoke and flame,
Bound by sin, yet free of shame.

Angels soar with silken might,
Guardians crowned in heaven's light.
Each feather glows, a whispered prayer,
A sword of hope they boldly bear.

But under moon’s uncertain glow,
Their voices blend, fierce and low.
A hymn that...