A Deadly Dance

The forces of good and evil, locked in an eternal battle; short poem.

The deadly dance of immortal foes
Clashing, crashing, sowing destruction
Tilling the barren earth with stolen bones,
Planting seeds of despair with each sloughed off scale.

No hope for the innocent
No relief for the broken
All humans in turmoil.

They reap their crops with the Scythe of Death
And consume all in their fiery passion.