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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.
O, to live in the absence of time
when days are not days, but moments
always begun, never at end
unplanned, uncharted
and remembered

— The End —