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When Demons Wake

Poetry By: ben hardstaff
Non-fiction


This is a poem i've written about a nightmare i had.


Submitted:Apr 7, 2013    Reads: 69    Comments: 4    Likes: 6   


When Demons Wake

As thunder booms and lightning strikes

my tired, unconscious mind,

then hungry demons, deep inside,

upon my psyche dine.

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And so, I roam demonic lands

where angels fear to tread,

with sins and secrets close at hand,

I keep the demons fed.

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A sudden sense of menace looms

as tortured souls emerge,

from shallow graves and catacombs,

where gruesome figures lurk.

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Insidious and sinister,

with soulless eyes of black,

revealing sharpened scimitars,

like murderous maniacs.

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My startled heartbeat palpitates,

then skin begins to sweat,

as rising moons illuminate

their deathly silhouettes.

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I try to fight, without success:

my limbs refuse to move.

Then in a state of deep distress,

I'm beaten black and blue.

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I look above to crimson skies

whilst searching for the light,

then breathless, stressed, and terrified

I waken, bolt upright.





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