Tag: Demons

By the Fire

By the scorching, burning fire dance the shadows of the night,
Jumping, screeching and devouring flames of pure, innocent light.
Growing bigger by the second, they await their endless reign,
When the darkness will take over and govern the sleeping lands.

Feeding on the sparks of warmth, they chant a name which long ago
Used to make all beings tremble, until it was marked by dawn.
Calling the exiled creature to lead them to victory,
All the shadows of the forest ask once more to be unleashed.

Near the fire lies the guardian who had carried the last torch.
Now, with no one to defend it, darkness swallows the last spark.
Echoing through empty valleys, the song of the night is born,
Cutting through the souls of beings like the sharpest of all swords.

Gathering to fight and conquer all the beings of the light,
Shadows, demons—led by Hatred—give out cries of sheer delight.
They set off riding on creatures which resemble famished hounds,
Spreading terror all around them among everything they find.

And just as the last of fireflies finds itself cornered by them,
Spears of golden, burning sunlight shield it from a gruesome death.
Scattered by the soldiers of light, all the shadows disappear,
All the demons hide from He who is the Ruler above all.

Once again, He brings His sunshine in the world He saved from hell,
Reviving all those who’d perished defending the peaceful realm.
Rejoicing under the warm Sun and forgetting the dark night,
All the beings of the light sing, dancing like they know no fright.

– Patricia

On the Run

I gasp for air as I emerge from cold and shallow waters.
Drowning in fears—so powerless—I forgot the word called “courage.”
And all I want is to escape, to never know those burdens.
No, I don’t want to face those fears which have become my demons.

I blame myself, for I am weak, a coward and a traitor,
For countless times I have betrayed myself in the face of hardships.
I desperately try to inhale the air that gives me solace,
But muddy water fills my lungs—the pain: excruciating.

I could stand up and get through this, I could face all my nightmares,
Yet I still choose to drown down here, where I can run from problems.
I gasp for air and drown in fears, succumbing to my demons.
They are too powerful for me. So, I choose to be breathless.

– Patricia