They surround me,
Them those dark demons.
Smothering me in fear,
Covering me in dread.

As the button switches,
The golden sword swiftly glides toward them.
The demons scatter out of its way,
Hope as I will the power will stay.

The electrical surge,
The sword goes black.
The demons return,
With feel of evil in place.

I hide within the cushiony shield,
Then rest till the demons do die.

.
~~
One day you were waiting
your soul singing,
behind an open window,
in front of a large meadow

For the days long
there you made a love song
that blew me so long
grew our love so strong

where never seen any sad,
even days were not at all bad

If I did a little late
that I never forget,
sometimes you made a huff
but between us there was no gap

..
O, the days have gone
If I do not make any wrong
yet the little robin sings the spring's song,
which I bought through my lifelong

But your silhouette,
doesn't go a little far off yet

With a mystic fate
there a pair of pigeons set
yet trying to mate
just before the last breath
.
..
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

And if only I knew
how to keep
a handful of happiness
in my pocket
on demand,
instead of running short
of her company
far too often.

I wish my mind would stop storming with you. the windows are blown in, cracked at every piece and shattered to the floor, glass shards are filling the rugs; the walls creak but never break, the storm is over and the house keys are under the mat, but nobody bothers to come inside anymore.

Silent and alone, I flow through shops with so many
windows, but I see nothing except the faces around me, the ones
who might believe I'm more gossamer than the shawls and tunics
meant to disguise us all as ethereal hippies in the New Age.

Silent and alone, I stand by the fountain, waiting
for something to break the sleepiness of solitude when
two men spot me: mouths parted, eyes appraising, judging, appreciating my physical worth. Rooted in place, I smile.
Only when they look at me do I have purpose.