The Demon
His shadow moves in corners dark
His calling card, a well-known mark.
A trail of death, despair and want.
His arrogance, a daily taunt.
A hairline opening he found.
Slithering through without a sound.
Now the demon walks the earth.
Giving misery new birth.
Beware the place where darkness lives.
He seeks new life to join with his.
Copyright © Samia Ali Salama | Year Posted 2012
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