Demons

Get lit upon

They cry as demons do

Demons knowing only there rule

Is finally ending

As their ghosts float down Bald Mountian

The clearing is clearing home

The kind of kindness so good

But no joke she knows

As like a dream night she loves

Oh there is something there

So big it could even scare

For the pain that it could end

But she cries in her sleep sometimes

While she laughs and smiles

Because she knows better.