Ashen Of Eden Vs. Angels Fel (Part1) Poem by Troy Clark

Will the darkness fall upon these meek, much to the likeness of fire to water, good and evil, either able to power through the other depending on the circumstance; whom will boil to mist or plunge the flame into the murk?

The Ashen motionless, unwary of the howling of the winds or the shattering of the earth. Straight they stand, steadfast and resolute unlike the lack of warmth that runs through their veins; not much but ice runs through those tendrils in their arms and faces, and a hunger to devour these people soiled in fear and anticipation not but a mile ahead. These soulless, unthinking, unbending and daunting things pale blue, yet the color of ashes from cindered trees; The Ashen as they are known so.

The Angels, wrapped with their soul tight around them to shield them from these elements that scream and screech at these intruders reach them not. Anxiety filled eyes, twitching fingers caressing their swords, pikes, axes and bows like lovers stare much like their arrows; pointed and sharp and carved from the land; straight, to the swamp beyond that boils from the heat of one anothers hateful glares. These true beings, not born of the chill and the dark places of this realm; but from people and people like; warmth is their weapon, fire is their pride and purity and they will burn this darkness that consumes and destroys, and pulls what ever is lost back into it's tide much like flood waters.

Will the darkness fall upon these meek, hoping beyond hope that fire consumes these beings of Eden. Will their efforts prevail or be spirited away by the spiritless, and devoured whole leaving not but husks of flesh and sinew behind?