Spider On a Web of Knives

Demons go around the world all night, They do their deals with humans from far away, This is why demons aren't scary, It's the things at daytime that are. A spindling spider falls down from the sky, On it's web of mesmerising blood-stained knives, Everyone is scared, phobias acting up, 'why go down?' it says 'when hell is both down and up!' It grabs a victim, They scream and shout, The darkened knives twisting around, Stabs into their back, Their brain and heart, Lifted to the sky, on one of those knives. 'Humanity is broken! None are good! There are spaces on my web, For all my food!' It laughs and grabs all in it's path Death and murder taken to heart, But then one is immune, Glowing bright gold, 'What are you? Move you fool!' They chuckle and laugh and grab the spider, "I'm happy." they state, "motivation fuels the fire" They banish the spider, back up to hell, The web disappears, a desolate well. Survivors come out from their places of fear, Stare at the person, ask him how he did what he did, "Just tell the thoughts, there is nothing to fear."