The Demon That Dwells Beneath.

The Demon That Dwells Beneath. short poem

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I don’t just reside under your bed.
Don’t you dare escape me,
I’m inside your head.
My eyes are on you,
I crave your blood.
My soul is burning,
My greed may flood.
Trick or treat?
I’m impossible to beat
For I’m that power your fears can’t cheat.
But I’m not just a power,
I reveal my self at the darkest hour.
I am the air the evil breathe.
I am the Demon that dwells beneath.

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Aloke
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Fine poem. Good cadence.

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