The Demon King

Restless shadows struggling wildly in the currents wind,
Icy fingers of death await the journeys end.
Lightnings

Ominous shadows everywhere I turn,

Alarming, looming, threatening, shocking.

To run away and escape is what I yearn,

Absconding,

A fire burns in the dark
A light for the darkened

A cold wind blows on high
Trees creak in the gust

A figure moves in

The Knife and the Devil's Claw

The anger of a steely knife
In ambushing surprise
Cut to the quick the childish heart
That thought

Demons on Earth

In the dark where despair is the strongest.
Where malice and hate both reside.
They survive in the festering