16 October 2012
Demons hunt and demons prowl,
Jumping about, frightening an owl,
The dark cloaks their eyes,
But that is not their demise,
For the night is fuel to drink,
Its navy swirling shadows of ink,
The curl as fingers on your throat,
A shadow bringing life's antidote,
You cannot run, nor hide, nor confront,
For demons prowl and demons hunt.
Shadow Demons • Opuss № I