Of Saints and fallen angels

Crept slowly into that hall were he was held
My breath stopped for a moment, you were there too
I rode in on my horse, nervous and disloyal
I had caused this in the first place
My sword rusty and my 'triumphant' banner torn
I stood a mess, a hypocrite, scattered
I looked around the room and it was only you and him
Boldly, perhaps too bold, I trotted to the ringmaster
Of a satanic, damned, sacrilegious circus
And demanded like an child what was going on
He slowly maneuvered his head to face me
And spoke to me as if I was a passing image
"We have captured Saint Michael after many years
Many years of suffering and loss and by god
He will not escape so easily."
I glanced to him, he is a saint?
He looks familiar, but an unearthly glow baffled me
Yet again I spoke, the words tripping out my mouth
"And whom are you to mess with forces
Far beyond mortal control and understanding?"
The daemon looked at me again, annoyed
"Be gone you ignorant child.
You speak of mortal control?
You barely know whom I am and what I can do."
I looked at him , gritting my teeth. I looked at you.
Your worried face gives me a determination.
I draw my sword and point it to the daemon's throat
"Listen to me daemon. It is you that will be gone
I know you are determined to hurt these two
That's good enough for me."
I saw the daemon's eyes gleam as if he realised something.
"I am barely a daemon. I am a fallen angel,
Fallen from Heaven to dwell in the underworld
And you my dear, are not whom you think."
I opened my eyes wide and demanded what he meant.
"You are a saint yourself, did you know realise?
Pathetic waste, you hear voices do you not?"
I blink at his knowledge, how did?
"I demandto know, how do you know this?"
"You are Saint Joan of Arc. You did not know this?
You must be, the voices you hear are Saint Michael's
I'll prove it to you"
The daemon forced him to speak
An agonising pain seared through my brain.
"Is there no way to save Michael and her?"
I screamed through the neuralgia.
"You must die. Simple yet effective."
"Then I must. May I have one last request?"
I run over to you and kiss your cheek.
"I love you" I gabble as the daemon leads me to my demise.
"I love you too." I hope I hear.

It was okay.

Me likey
It pwns

I love it. *nods*
It's very different to most of the poems here
and it's awsome.