Unrequited Love for No One in Particular

Demons Fleeing

My bedroom's awfully dark.
I can't see a thing in here.
The doorknob is cold and stark
And the only smell is of fear.
My eyes are glowing embers;
They cast shadows on the mirror.
It's impossible to remember
Exactly why I'm here.

I'll have to figure it out...

I feel another presence
Something very feeble
A dark entity of essence
Whose only meaning is evil

I sense again one more
But still I smell the fear
I rip open my closet door
I see them, fine and clear

Demons. Not attacking, not staying
Demons fleeing.
One in the shape of a horse, bucking, baying
One in the shape of a goat, bleating

But why am I here in this room
I wonder
Why haven't I met my doom
My calm begins to sunder

I must not belong here in the dark.

I race to the door, I must escape
Wrench it open, light blinding
My eyes see nothing, my mouth agape
I can't see anything that could be worth finding.

I can see the light. What's so special?
I still don't know why I'm here
I don't see how it's better than the devil
I still smell someone's fear

There's someone in the light,
A shadow's all I find
Her frame is slight
Her wings stretch side to side.

I start to approach her
She starts to mutter
Then as I get closer
Away she flutters!

But why was an angel hiding
Why did she fly away?
I have a hard time deciding
Anything I can say

I wish there was something, some truth to deposit
I wish there was something to explain these sights.
There were demons hiding in the closet
There was an angel hiding in the light

If they were all hiding from me, they must be afraid, and if I'm feared by both the dark and the light, then what am I?

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