Akuma Tsuri

A figure stalks the woods at night,
Its breath foul as decay.
I feel it breathing down my neck
Claws grasp my heart, rip it straight from
My chest, the pain like a thousand burning rods
Straight through my core and the thing amongst the trees has won.
And I saw you the other night
Your face so wan and pale
However shall I claim you as mine,
If in those walls you dwell?
A song can lure you to my domain
The songs of birds and crickets
However can you seek to flee
From the black demon of the forest trees?
Category:Demon/Devil
Category:Poetry