This is today's freebie. It was inspired by a prompt from kelkyag.
There are demons,
and then there are demons.
There are fallen angels,
and there are devils made from scratch.
Fallen angels are bittersharp,
like cider that should be sweet gone off instead.
Devils are acrid,
like burnt tar that was never wholesome.
There is nothing so terribly corrosive
as love turned to hate.
There is nothing so hideously innocent
as hate that has never known love.
They sit side by side,
black-feathered wings against leathery membranes.
They are two of a kind, fallen angels and devils,
but nobody would ever mistake each for the other.