Too harsh?

The dark silouette of the creature
poised, crouched on the corner of a cliffs edge
waits eagerly, eyes glare patiently.
Red eyes filled with fire and torment
gleam in the frenzied brightness
across the shadowed vallies below.
A crack of thunder breaks the deafening silence
which once ruled the planes, the creature is unmoved
by the commotion and the noise, and the blinding fork
of lightening which strikes only a few yards from where
lays it wait for something...


(Venom At War With Satan)

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