Rhymed Poetry "The Black Winged Angel"

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Angels of the heaven, 

Purest beings born in white 

Of holy from top to end. 

There is no black of night, 

Demons of the sinner den. 

The wings are feathered,

Soft and gentle like them.

But, it's black covered

Like in the hell's anthem

That angels feared.

Care and love

Planted in the heart.

Angel will is tough,

That deep in the hearth, 

Evil thought is blocked off.

Kindness and virtues 

Are the proudest feat.

But, black is malicious

That doesn't deserve heaven's feet. 

Good deed vanishes.