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"Tricky Demons (Poem)" by Victoria G. ´Vix´ Olmstead

SciFi/Fantasy text 34 out of 37 by Victoria G. ´Vix´ Olmstead. ←Previous - Next→

This is a semi playful poem, well not really. It's got a twist. I find it interesting, I hope you do to. I hope you enjoy. Comments welcomed.

←- The War (Poem) | Turned, Changed (Poem) -→

Demonic horns poke through his skin
Fangs hang down just below his chin
Hidden in day and ferocious at night
His demonic presence can’t be seen in the light
Human eyes barely detect
The demons inside, he must protect
Each demon takes its hold
He lets off a demonic aura freezing cold
One touch of him in demonic form
One touch and you’re caught in his storm
And you ask how on earth I could know
What proof I have that this isn’t a show
The freezer burn hand print left on my arm
And my promise that I shall do you no harm
Come sit in my darkened room
And I shall tell of this impending doom
He is formed by many of the most unholy spirits
Tempted by the blood of those who’ve climbed from his pits
He’ll feed off of humanity just for the fun
He’ll kill all exempting none
This demon is of the worst kind
He’ll kill only after he’s played with your mind
Your mind will play tricks pretending to see
Him without a clue of what he could be
Still you request of how I could know?
Even wondering whether I am a foe
Yet your mind does not comprehend
That soon it shall meet with its end
For do you not see the dark presence before you
Aye! The dim light is hard to see through
True there is light so my presence is not known
Apparently my horns and fangs hath not shown
And whilst you listened to his demonic story
You had not noticed that that is he
The demonic presence waiting to kill
And the person before you diverting with skill
We the to demons of the worst kind
Teamed up to destroy your mind
I may have promised you no harm
That was only so you would be taken by charm
Off with the lights and let’s enjoy the feast
Are the last things you’ll hear from me and my beast
You asked how on earth I could know
Well, child, I put on a great show
No word of our being shall ever leak
For there are no survivors for you to seek

←- The War (Poem) | Turned, Changed (Poem) -→

Date	Name	Comment
13 Dec 2003	Kate Moore	Loading... MUAHAHAHA!! wicked ending! ::evil grin:: i luff it great job ^_^ Victoria G. 'Vix' Olmstead replies: "Thanks... i'm glad you luff it! Thanks for commenting!"