Trained to Fly The Devils Sky

Measured my hope in shadows collected. Treasured souls inside the jeweled blade craved of hollowed pride. Stubborn silence only controls our fights in our spites. Cherished friend all is well. Washed in mines of diamonds pink as well. We trained to fly the devils sky, soared like dragons or angels so very high. Major rains of silver winds bled into my side. In my disgrace I bellowed for life when I was saved by the angels light. Nestled in the demons den we snacked on paper and single thin mints by the bottles of gin. No war was raged and happiness sought our inner children to run off as we danced and played. Spiders took flight and eagles served us dinner that night. Timeless souls with thoughtful bowls of berries and other treats that we would eat. Hunting only each other for a game of tag. no one was hurt and all was rad. Nothing but honey and berries was our meat. nuts and plants sustained our feast. No war in our realm of solemn feats of humble love and no pain or tears just happy deeds.