The demons glare
Dark and dangerous
Pins you back
Until you too are staring

Behind those eyes
There is beauty shining
Strange and mysterious
An unknown force

Their is goodness
Waiting to burst
From the pupils
Hidden by death

You're pleas unheard
You feel yourself burning
The demons glare
Tearing your soul

The goodness within
Held back by pain
Will not come forth
To save you

But as you fear
You feel yourself hoping
In vain
The demon will not harm you
Though you know this is untrue

The End

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