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When Demons Wake

Poetry By: ben hardstaff

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.


And so, I roam demonic lands

where angels fear to tread,

with sins and secrets close at hand,

I keep the demons fed.


A sudden sense of menace looms

as tortured souls emerge,

from shallow graves and catacombs,

where gruesome figures lurk.


Insidious and sinister,

with soulless eyes of black,

revealing sharpened scimitars,

like murderous maniacs.


My startled heartbeat palpitates,

then skin begins to sweat,

as rising moons illuminate

their deathly silhouettes.


I try to fight, without success:

my limbs refuse to move.

Then in a state of deep distress,

I'm beaten black and blue.


I look above to crimson skies

whilst searching for the light,

then breathless, stressed, and terrified

I waken, bolt upright.


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