Haunted

Spectral demons haunt me When I close my eye it’s all I see As they stand and whisper in my ear Those things I don’t want to hear The hours drag as I sit at the table Finally believing the old woman’s fable For these terrible things it wants me to do If I can stay awake I can beat the devil too But each time I close my eyes The demon comes to me in disguise I plead for God’s good hand To rout the demon at his demand So I bathe myself in holy water Chanting incantations as I ought a This process brings the demon out And I strike it down with an almighty clout. © Paul Warren Poetry