"The Mortal Instruments": Series - Poem

"The Mortal Instruments": Series - Poem

I see flocks of angels burrowed beneath their wings
and hear their ignorant cries of laughter.

I see the demons that feast on mundane blood
and smell the fear of their victims.

I see vampires that lure their prey in for a drink
and witness the death and it's beauty.

I see the werwolves claw through raw succulent meat
and taste the filth of my surroundings.

I see the Silent Brothers whip around corners
and sense their hideous features.

I don't see the Night Children
but they see me.

By: Maya Huf