Demons

Monsters are alive and well,
Though mostly in my head.
Sometimes they escape outside
And creep around my bed.

There are big ones, and ugly,
That scare me out o' my wits.
They have big jaws and sharp teeth
To tear me all to bits.

Some are small and pestering
With eyes as red as fire.
They chase me through my nightmares
As if they never tire.

They live in the dark and cold
Where the sun never shines,
Sleep amongst the shadows deep,
Eat where the devil dines.

Never there was such foul beasts
That went searching for my soul.
These things of pure evil
With fur as black as coal.

Then I saw a splendid light,
I could not speak a word.
It shone from within my heart
And I flew just like a bird.

Over mountains, over seas,
Like an angel with her wings.
I was free from harm and threat,
Free from warlocks, elfins, kings.

There was not a care to find,
I could do most anything.
Swim in the deepest ocean,
Talk to the birds who sing.

Soon I came back down to earth
And found myself in bed.
For I had been asleep again,
That's is all that's to be said.