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
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