Demons of the night

This is a poem that i wrote while i was sitting in the balcony at around 12 in the night . This is the first poem of mine in this genre.Hope you like it.

I sit in the cold, alone, afraid;

For dawn is long gone

And night reigns supreme.

The spirit of hope long dead.

Nightmares follow me wherever I go.

The children of the night ,

Watch over me now,

For even my guardian angels

Remain powerless in this cursed domain.

 

The demons of the night,

beckon me forward

“Come to us. Come with us. Join us .”

I scream,”Go away, leave me alone”;

But the voices remain, and

More join in and the chant continues

“Come to us. Come with us. Join us,

For we are many”;

I look around , searching for a beacon of light

But all I see are,

Red eyes

 They who were many, scurry

Towards me.

Their cold , bony arms hold me down

And they drag me off to the

Blazing pit.

 I see the opening of that accursed pit

Nearing by with every step,

These infernal creatures take.

Hope non-existant, for

T’is a luxury,

for the condemned.

I kick, I scream, I bawl, but

t'is in vain.

“ To the pit, to the pit,

to the pit with you”;

chant, they who were many.

With a final heave ,

They throw me down, into

The blazing pit.

As I fall, I take a final glance,

Of the tranquil night sky,

A reminder ,to abate,

The castigation that awaited me,

In the infernal fire

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Isabel25]

Oooh....I love this...absolutely love it. It is creepy and so full of meaning..the demons of our past dragging us into the pit...this is so vivid and spooky. I ejoyed it very very much..especially the tranquilt moment the narrator has before he goes down.

[Tomoe Tellez]

You use a very descriptive language, I was able to imagine every line. Sometimes the fear we feel from our mistakes becomes too overwhelming and makes us feel like we have no salvation. Great expression!

[Nightfeather]

Wow, this poem was dark but also powerful, I like it. We are harvested by our own demons, one can only escape if the mind is cleansed and thy heart is purged. Not necessarily by religion but more by yourself. You are the only one who can get rid of your own demons, for no one has created them for you. One generates thy own demons if the heart is wavering, thy mind is weak and the soul is bounded by sorrow.

Good job :D

[Joel Armstrong]

Just like we shape our demons ,our demons shape us too.That is if we let them.where the mind is without fear ,tis there that our demons taste defeat.
Thank you.

[Abi Heywood]

very moving with the imagery! You have a very clever style... verygood!

[Joel Armstrong]

Thank you : )

[andrew mitchell]

What a creepy imagery thro' out you have captured so well! I liked the scariness lol! Very Nice!!

[Joel Armstrong]

thanx andrew : )

[Dani The Unreviewed]

This one reminds me of a nightmare, i had during sleep paralysis. I even wrote a poem about it. Very well penned. Rating 100#

[Frozen Eyes]

This piece reminds me of the "Eagles" song "Hotel California". The comparison of fear and tranquility, the battle between life and death and the disguise of the downfall in form of nightmares, all commendable. I loved it. Good work Joel :)

[Jennifer Shaw]

I absolutely love this piece. This is reminiscent of the battle I face with my own inner demons. Insecurity is my strongest demon. She leads them all on the front line. I if I could beat her, I could beat the rest.... Great piece. Keep it up! =]

[Confuser]

Joel: Love it!! It kept getting better and better, like a thriller story. It is fabulous writing and the imagery and visual is wonderful - It is like a battle to the finish - no way to go? The spirit of hope long dead; set the eerie tone and for this to be for your first prose it's unreal. I hope you write more prose, your use of language is very good I think. Intense and creepy. Keep writing. I really enjoyed it. Thank you so very much. Dale