Demon Cloud

I saw it
Up in the sky.
An aerial blanket
Of ominous purple
Looming violently
Above me. Perhaps
It's there to
Shield
The angels from
Some underworldly
Joys...
Perhaps He wants
Us to witness His
Wrath, but He is
Weak now, He
Is old, and
Wrath is but a
Cough and a
Feigned swipe
Of claws in the
Face of its
Former self.