Demons' Realm

Another original piece. It's not really based on anything in particular this time. I just looked out of my window one night and heard a howl of a wolf coming from the park guarded by the bare trees and the first stanza walked up and tapped me on the shoulder. The rest, as they say, is history.

               If everything you knew turned out to be a lie,

                                        would you believe the truth? 

Demons' Realm

 This is the land

where the queens are king:

where the skeleton trees have lost their leaves

and angels fear to tread.

The demons hunt in the demons’ realm.

The borders are never clear,

between hope and love

and hate and fear,

as a lonely boy fights away,

dreaming of a distant world.

A single star hangs in the sky:

burning through the night’s day

they claw, they scowl, they pray

and with one last look

and one last shout the

final light goes out.