Did it see me


Did it see me,

I could not tell,

those demon's eyes,

were a tranfixed spell,

it tore the fabric of reality,

and pressed its weight upon my chest,

this was to be my final rest,

I could not tell you his purpose of why,

this abhorrid creature took me to the side,

of a death that felt a dream, 

but Michael came in a white sword's beam,

and tore that demon away from me,

but he could not take the memory,

of those red eyes that stare into pitch night,

to bring me back to that ancient fright.



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