An Ode to my Demons

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Kingdom come, my kin buzz and ting. the timid bee of clockwork

is Death as he rings, his hood with a smirk, a hand-crafted hive

my kin heave their motives where eternity lies.

The fading sun, it’s his tired splendor.

Horned, mad, brimstone eyes cry ‘Surrender!’

as the demons weave, grief conceives

the wine in his heart skinned and deceived.

My pets bathe in the light of this season’s crease

for it’s you, the enraged, the impatient to see.

They rise from their chains, their wrists still scorched

fallen souls on your front porch.

They growl with the interlude, bestowed to them: truth.

The foliage is seized in flames,

you desire more proof?

My demons now encompass this fantasy to say:

‘Come out insanity,

come on out and play!’