This poem came out of the October 2, 2012 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a text prompt from siege and this lovely picture by ellenmillion. It has been sponsored by Shirley Barrette. This poem belongs to the series Fledgling Grace, which you can explore further on the Serial Poetry page.
"He is truly gone, then?"
the archdemon asked.
"You are certain of it --
you have some proof?"
"Yes, my lord, I have,"
said the demoness.
She unwrapped a gray feather,
and a faint halo crowned her horns.
"Alas," he said. "Then it is so.
I will miss him -- a fine interrogator.
He always got answers." Restless,
the archdemon fanned his bat wings.
"What should I do with this?"
the demoness asked, waving the feather.
"Throw it into the fires of the Pit,"
he replied, and they watched it burn.