In a happier time, many years ago,
I would look underneath my bed in search of the monsters which tormented my sleeping refuge
Upon realizing that none has surfaced
I was at peace

Now, having grown up,
I need not search for the monsters in the external realm,
Knowing full well that they are within
The Demonic Plateau reveals itself on occasion

In the realm of the fiends
The darkness unquenched...
Hope, extinguished like the last leaf of fall,
Creating an inescapable prison

Perhaps, one may tolerate a world full of demons for the sake of angel
But at what cost
And to what end
The collateral damage is unconscionable
For we may never be the same