Retrograda

by

Jonathan Turner

Dark, guided sheen of black skin
Shining red
Sunken eye sockets
Evil's incarnate
Bony razors on taunt claws, ready to shred a disobedient corpse
Muscled torso, slightly ribbed, a natural armor
Folded wings, feigning crippled, ready to take flight
The demon stepped forward
Growling under its breath

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