Shadows Lurk

In dankest corners danger lurks, unseen to human eye hide creatures from the realms of hell where none can ever die. For demons of the lowest plain cannot a body wear for they’re destined to feed the pit with those lost to despair. These demons lurking all around seek food for torment’s fire, there’s no escaping if they smell a soul they can acquire. They drain the essence of your life if you approach their lair, the only warning you may get is prickling of your hair. By then I fear it is too late incarcerating souls they drag them screaming through the gates that lead to Satan’s holes. So tread in fear when pathways feel uneasy, not quite right, for all is lost when being stalked by shadows of the night. Ivor G Davies