A daemon
It stalks in the night
It fills me fright
Blocks out the light
Its dark in appearance
Claws and teeth showing
Denies my calm cleareance
As my anxiety keep growing
To stop my ambition
It gives me visions
Of loss and defeat
Yet strong I stand
For losing I can't
My life depending on it
Yet stoic it stands
The glare on its eyes
Inmutable
His desire to destroy
All that gives me joy
Inmovable
And no angels will come
No champion wielding sword
This fight is my own
By my side no companion
Alone I sally forth
As another option there is not
But I won´t lay in the mud
****** and bruised but not beaten
So open the maws of hell
His minions spew forth
I will not be defeated...
Something a little different I find, I think this could use more work but I´m satisfied with how it ended up, I find it easier to work upon a completed poem that it is to make one, so hopefully this will be way better than it is when I first wrote it. Regadless of all that hope you fine folk like it!
