Poem -
Demons
Cometh the hour, bleak in spawn,
They watch and wait in light denied.
Oppression comes in friendly form,
Coaxing weak and greed to confide.
Promising virtue riddled in lies,
They raise you up and behind you descend.
Succumbed to mischief and immersed in flies,
They lay in watch until your end.
They twist your fate to amuse,
Conscience dithers and changes pace.
We realise potential and flow in muse,
Malice beckons, familiar face.
Our lives sometimes are hard to fathom,
Joy and sorrow flow hand in hand,
Haunted by unseen phantom,
Demons stray on heavenly land.
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Comments
love the darkness in this write. of course, I love all what you write
Thank you kindly poetess!Β Always been intrigued by this phenomena.
hi Simon Bromley...you make me feel something similar I liked it a lot......take care...hugs & kisseesss...
Silvylove ^_^
Thank you very much for your read and comment.
^_^
I went back a ways in your portfolio and dug up this gem, Simon.
Outstanding--pinned it!
~Dean