Demon Slayer

Anne Adarsh posted under PenMuse-15 Poetry on 2020-01-25



Don't gloat over me Enemy You haven't vanquished my spirit, As I lie crumpled upon the cold floor With a mascara-lined tear and hard grit. I whimper, groan and sigh out loud As menacing voices echo, Diabolical dialogues find Me, entrapped in a sly game of the Foe. A merciless onslaught of Angst Wells up from an old wound I cried, I tremble and grope about in the dark As a light beam begins to glow inside. I rise now, to slay you, my friend! Cower, cower; bid me adieu, Or find me trampling upon your snake-head With a fire in these dry bones renewed! I laugh now through these night-stained tears A new dawn breaks over my head, As I watch his dark shadow scampering I roar now, after his back as he fled. ________ ________ Penmancy gets a small share of every purchase you make through these links, and every little helps us continue bringing you the reads you love!