Gentle dangers
in the dead of night
Speak pleasantly
till all's not right
Soothsaying beasts
of no taxonomic order
Ravage our dreams
at our weakest border
Try to hither and halt such a
nasty scheme
Allows doom to convalesce
as the demon's eyes gleam
Better to walk with the creature,
play with it in jest
Embrace its ghoulish features,
but never let it get the best
Alloy once turned to gold,
so lay Reason down to rest,
That an enemy becomes an ally
at the soul's behest.