My Poems

Demon (A Gothic Poem)

The demon walked with stealthy pace

The woman screamed at empty space

He walked towards her, licking his lips

Waiting for the moment that she trips

She falls, unconscious, victim of stones

He devours her, making white of her bones

The victory is bittersweet

A challenge the demon wishes to meet

No more women, with ungodly pace

As he sees her lovely face

He licks his lips in wicked pleasure

To pursue the woman at his leisure

A gentleman who comes to call

The woman does not like this at all

She has no wish for married life

Rather suffering under deaths knife

She goes to greet, what does she see

An Adonis truly marked of beauty

Fields of green and sentiments

Togetherness and compliments

But her mother is in a hurry

Her daughter must comply to marry

Trapped in the corner, nowhere to go

She accepts the Adonis as her beau

He loves the minutes that tick by

This charade his ultimate lie

By his hands she will be dead

Consumed like human bread

And so he waits, in vile anticipation

For him to marry his dinner reservation

The ceremony of pomp and circumstance

Together the couple do their dance

Finally resting in their married bed

To her screaming, she is dead

As he bleaches her bones in the sun

He smiles as he says, ‘well that was fun.’