The black Evil came up from below,
Tendrils of tar entwined with his legs and feet.
This dark place was risky, did he not know?
And yet he flew in, with no possible retreat.
The Blackness pulled with terrible might,
And Evil's claws about his throat sealed his fate.
Greedily it sucked up all his glorious light,
And with only one wing above, he could only wait... An entire choir of angels cries
As one of their heavenly voices dies. This picture is meant to represent that sometimes Good is consumed by Evil, because there is a necessary balance of power between the two. It's just too bad that in this process, sometimes beautiful angels have to die... 2003.