(Poem 286 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

Cloaked in black
wings dark as space
his righteous sword
an instrument of grace

Shrouded in white
wings bright as a star
her evil weapon
upon innocence mar

What blood he shed
tore in two his heart
for his dream was peace
and for all a fresh start

What lives she took
brought her great glee
for she yearned for war
and none to be free

He decided at last
that she must be killed
and he met her for battle
in a white snowy field

She was eager to fight
this foe she hated
only then could her bloodlust
truly be sated

But when Evil appeared
in her glory and might
his heart melted inside
and he had no desire to fight

She was stunned by his beauty
enthralled by his power
and for a brief moment
lost her will to devour

He put down his sword
and offered his hand
explaining that love
undermined what he planned

She, too, lowered her sword
caught off guard by his gaze
and fell in love with Good
for the rest of her days

@Home Studio – 286^th poem of the year