Demon Tales

The path splits as unfortune would tell The crooked, splintered sign gives warn One says that it's the Highway to Hell The other points to The Children of the Corn Sudden dizziness overwhelms your entire Being Vertigo has seem to have spun you around The fog and mist hinder what you are seeing Your legs cramp up as you fall to the ground The mind numbs into a state of confusion Unable to decide which path to take Maybe it is all just an optical illusion That this creepy feeling is just a fake Standing you wobble and veer to the right Taken as a sign your path is chosen The Darkness has painted the blackest of night Blind with frightened feet now frozen A sudden wind so warm yet gives you a chill Erupts from somewhere an unknown direction Shhh be quiet hold completely still As the wind whispers "You have no protection" Panic drips sweat down a furrowed brow And pools around your sinking feet Your mind screams to do something now Your Soul only feels the agony of defeat Now waist deep paralyzed in fear All motor skills seem to have died Passing your chest just under your ear Dancing in the Devils undertow tide Panic short changes your very last breath As the pool of tears pulls you deep within Strong hands pull down into certain death Lungs fill with the hot blood of sin Thoughts no longer seem to make sense As you plummet down to the earths core The pull of this gravity is just too intense As you slam face first into a burning red door The door bursts open into this fiery cave The noise now chatters of the insane Pain explodes while flames lick your grave Sanity burns out all the remnants of sane The Red Beast appears laughing in Hell's sky Flashing his fake veneer evil smile Please this isn't real rubbing your eye Laughing in your ear this Devil in denial Hot it's so hot as organs start to boil The putrid smell of fire burnt skin Change you feel as a new tail uncoils New chapter, new life as a Demon begins Written for poetry contest "Scary Stories" 10/08/24 Hosted by: Crystol Woods