Demons and angels poem

O’ sing a song of steam Of heat, descent, and snow The moon shines upon the bridges Home of Devils and Demons Renowned to all the people of the land Never once of slaves.
O’ these mighty devils stand When does are at her doors Fleets in the skys, riding along the shores Men on the ground flying into the frey Scribes writing the mighty tales of lords
A single light, lights the path to success One man changes everything, opening the gates Scattering the hoards
Lastly a woman stands healing her allies stitching wounds. O’ these mighty heroes sing a song of steam Of heat, descent, and snow
The moon shines upon the bridges Home to Devils and Demons