The Demons, they will come a ‘roving,
Soft at first, hard to see
They creep in slowly, like the timid knock on the
Or the humid breath, hovering onto the fibers of a mask
Some aren’t welcome to stay, some don’t want to intrude
But all have difficulty leaving the room.
Like the ardent ambers of a dying fire, they consume your innards
Leaving your soul raw and
Sensitive to the touch
Poignant, as they may be,
Light over darkness, or night over say
They are here to stay.
Whispers that give you chills
Your heart drums against the hollow of your chest.
But like an inside wound, seemingly unharmful,
The sigh that leaves your lips,
May finally be the last.
So do what you can, to keep them out,
Those strange creatures are experienced with fright
They are not welcome, make that clear,
And if you’d like to keep them out,
Let the light in
Hope is near.