Demons in the Night
In my tired brain while demonic dreams turned,
I broke out in a sweat.
He came to me smelling of corpses burned,
But hasn't scared me yet.
He runs my conscience in times of great need
And makes me feel insane.
He knows exactly what does feed my greed
And offers once again.
He tries to convince me of no self worth
But him I don't believe.
He attempts to take my life from this earth,
Yet I refuse to leave.
He offers a treasure and thorny crown,
Says I can be his Queen.
He says there's no reason for me to frown.
He really isn't so mean.
I look at his horned shadow on my wall.
I know this isn't for me.
But what is here doesn't seem to be all,
So perhaps I should see.
He takes my little hand and leads me home to his corner of hell.
He says I now have no reason to roam, he's pulled me in his shell.
Of course what the man doesn't realize since tempting me before
Is that I do refuse to compromise as I reach for the door.
He's quicker than I!
He blocks my path
And draws blood with his nail.
He thinks I'm scared to undergo his wrath but I know he will fail.
"I'm worth more than all the demons in hell," I yell, knocking him down.
I leave him to live in his little cell running out of his town.
Never again shall I ever believe a demon in the night
Who says I'd do better if I conceive thoughts that just are not right.
� Kathee Tschudy, July 24, 1998
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