Demon in the Hallway

A hallway lit by eternal flame,
Unsure of whether I'm still sane,
It may be that I am dreaming,
Or I'm being deceived by a demon.

The flames flicker and shift,
As my mind begins to drift,
O the screams! How they beckon me!
Oh hellish madness, let me be!

Down the hallway I peer,
As if I was a blind seer,
Through the darkness, a face,
Grotesque as that of fallen grace.

A demon stands before ne,
But I can't comprehend how this can be,
Is it a figment of my imagination?
It must be some exasperation!

My feet refuse to listen,
Ever forwarding my position,
Towards the monstrosity,
I begin to fear the worst.

It's claws are like nails,
Of silver, glistening from the light,
Yet, it's body is shrouded by shadow,
More and more, this feels like a barrow.

The devilish creature begins to smile,
Evilly, and all the while,
I continue to cringe and shake,
Hoping to be shook awake.

It laughs like a maniac,
"This is no dream, insomniac,
For your soul is mine to claim,
To take back to my domain."

Again, it rears its head,
Laughing knowing it fills me with dread,
Flick of the finger, it's gone, vanished,
Little do I know, I am now banished.

I am trapped in his realm,
Nothing but darkness, by the helm,
Void, filled with despair,
Chained, forever, to his chair.


Lux et Umbrarum