The angels fought

With the demons

Their wings all a glow

They had their bow

And their arrow.

The demons fought

With the angels,

Their horns as sharp as ever.

Their tails as pointy as a sword

As they raged on in the

Fearsome battle.

Momma always told me,

“Dear, angels aren’t what

you think they are.

They are warriors.

They are fighters.

And they will help God win the battle.”

As we would go through the store,

I would keep in mind whenever I saw

A pretty little angel doll:

My angels aren’t pretty little women with sparkly wings and flowers.

They don’t sit around on clouds humming and braiding hair.

My angels are warriors.

They are fighters.

Fighting for me.

Fighting for you.