The
Demon in my Soul
The night
is still, my soul at peace,
For once to let me be.
I know it wasn't always thus
This joy in being free...
For way
down deep within me
A demon did reside.
But fate has smiled upon me
And the demon, he has died.
He did
not go a quiet death
This demon which was mine.
But fought me for my every breath
And dared me cross the line.
For once
we danced a different dance
Of pleasure and of shame.
she gave me joy, she made me cry
With self-punishment and pain.
But life
did hand to me a gift;
A precious second chance.
I grabbed the prize and held on tight
And quickly drew the lance.
My weapon
Strong was forged from love.
The metal young and sweet.
'Twas taken from my lovers heart.
His dead body at my feet.
I did not
know that it was thus.
My eyes to him were blind.
I had my sleeping demon
To whisper in my mind.
I would
be strong, I would be healed.
My soul within me whole.
I did not see the terrible price
The dying demon stole.
I stood
in triumph ore his fate
Bloody demon's head in hand.
I looked around to find my love
And glanced down at the sand.
And there
he lay where fallen
Shock and pity on his face.
He'd thought I could just walk away
And skip this last disgrace.
He had
hoped that all was well
While sleeping demons slept.
I knelt down where he lay so still
And on his chest I wept.
I thanked
him for the strength he'd gave
Without, I knew too well
A sleeping demon might awake
And again within me dwell.
Thanks
to her the demon's dead.
But here I weep alone
With peace and sadness as my fate
For my one true love is gone.
© Harley
