GAME OVER
Sinister synapses fired.
As evil made its final stand.
Cloistered was good.
Mired in the trap.
As demons emerged in this man.
Hungry the eyes of the legions.
Hungrier still was their lord.
Wreaking of stench.
Disfigured without.
Greedier still was the horde.
As moonlight played on the meadow.
A circle of fire marked the portal.
Then angels poured from the heavens.
Extinguishing the flames.
Claiming the mortal.
Written for: OctPoWriMo2018 Day 11
good vanquishing evil in a clash of the titans. angels win again! yay!
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