Air Demon

Filling your lungs

With the smoke 

Of the deadly 

The Vampire parasite 

Feeding on your soul 

Can the wolves save you 

From the harsh realities 

Dream of green 

In the midnight sky

Longing for the beat 

Of the drum 

To carry you into the 

Next world 

Where the dead greet 

The living 

Here I am 

Saying the words 

Only I can speak 

But my tongue is scorched 

In the abominable heat 

Put out the burn 

Dull the pain 

Try to make me complete again 

Call upon the water demon 

To rule the 

Kingdom of truth 

But those words 

Fail me 

All articulation is lost 

I'll resolve in riddles 

For the demon has

The jewel and only 

He has the key 

That jewel is very 

Fragile 

So take good care of it 

Farewell to the darkness 

My golden carriage awaits 

Reviews

[Phill Oz O'fee]

In ancient Mesopotamia a ‘demon’ could be a good or bad spirit. Evil is usually perceived as the dualistic antagonistic opposite of good, in which good should prevail and evil should be defeated. And, that’s how I perceived your mythological composition. From the mischievous demon filling it’s lungs with smoke, to your golden carriage escape! Well done – interesting write!