They dance into the midnight hour
This ballet penned for fools
Unleashing all their fury…
Upon souls they mean to rule.
As screams invade one’s inner thoughts
The mind begins to bend
The demons dance has taken hold,
And now the war begins.
Lay waste upon the savage paths
This journey of the dammed…
For frailty to the victor…
As stains upon one’s hand.
The war is all but over
Whispers fill the air
The final act of the demon’s dance
Is more than this soul can bare.
Antony King 2018