DEMONS OF THE NIGHT

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I could feel the darkening night,

About me looming.

I could feel the moonless sky,

Looking down upon me smirking.

And as if a spark ignited

I remembered a tale;

A tale of demon

And valleys and vales

Blighted.

And a thought struck me

Like an arrow piercing the heart.

Could fate be so cruel,

Could it snip the thread of my life

So early.

But I pulled myself together.

There were no demons here tonight,

Aside from my own,

Lurking in my fears.

So I pushed my steed forward, with strength anew.

Like a disheartened lion

At the first sight of prey.

Ah, I was naive

For fate, it seemed

Was laughing down at me.

For upon the side

Of that accursed road 

Was a chasm deep and wide.

And near the edge stood 

A girl in an auburn hood.

this sight held me

By pity, great.

For this little girl of eight,

Seemed to be quite lost.

I called down to her

"Las! Be you in need of help,

Upon this darkened night."

"Why sir, it would be lovely,

 indeed."

And not once did I think

What could be her business,

Out in the open

Upon such a night.

Thus, I helped her up

Thinking myself high,

For fate could not be against

When I had helped someone in need.

"Where Be your home, lass"

I asked with a happy heart.

"Just at the next town, kind sir"

She replied in a voice

As lovely as of an angel's.

Before long, a voice reached the ear.

And I stopped my horse, 

To better hear

What could make such a sound,

On one such as this

Unfortunate night.

Dreading the worst

I turned my head

And so to my surprise, I saw

A perfect pair of legs

Being dragged behind my steed.

What scared me the most were its feet

For these abominable parts

It seemed, were backward.

I now turned my head to my partner.

To whom were leading:

Those abominable feet.

But instead of seeing 

A child of eight 

I saw a demon of the night.

My fears from those tales

Had come to life.

So I took my sword

To cleave her head

And took to the night

Never to see that road,

AGAIN.


AUTHOR'S NOTE:

This was my first ever work so it may not be as good but I hope you like it.

I'm open to criticism and correction of any mistakes I made so please tell me so.

YOURS TRULY,

CHANGING-TIME

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