chirp!chirp!The demon is here!

Where light is obscured and darkness seeps,

A tale unfolds of birds and demons,

A clash of forces, their destinies deemed.

High above, in the azure sky,

Birds soar and sing, their wings held high,

In feathers vibrant, hues divine,

They dance with grace, a celestial sign.

Their melodies, a symphony untold,

Notes that heal, hearts they enfold,

They paint the air with colors bright,

Guiding lost souls towards the light.

But in the depths of the netherworld's abyss,

Demons slumber, their essence amiss,

With fiery eyes and jagged fangs,

They dwell in chaos, where despair hangs.

Their whispers carry wicked tales,

Their presence fuels the darkest gales,

They thrive on fear and broken dreams,

Feeding on anguish, tearing at the seams.

When birds descend, with wings unfurled,

To touch the ground, to heal the world,

Demons rise, with rage unbound,

To quell the light, to silence the sound.

They chase the birds with vengeful ire,

Bathing skies in eternal fire,

But feathers strong, with hope imbued,

Rise above the flames, their power renewed.

With every beat of their valiant hearts,

They pierce the darkness, tearing it apart,

Their songs crescendo, a battle hymn,

Defying demons, banishing their grim.

Through the battle, hope prevails,

As birds and demons clash and wail,

For light endures, its spirit unbroken,

While demons crumble, their power token.

In this eternal dance, the cycle repeats,

Birds and demons, a tale that still beats,

For light and darkness forever entwined,

A reminder that hope will never decline.

So let us celebrate these avian souls,

Who face the demons, fulfilling their roles,

For in their struggle, we find our own,

A story of resilience, yet to be known.