There once was a little girl
Who wrapped herself in secrets
She made her bed in darkness
And that is where she keeps us
Interwoven tightly in her mind
We are demons of the the night
Sitting waiting on her bed
Preying on and devouring all light
We are creatures of the the mind
Ready to pounce and hold her tight
Ready to feast on her thoughts
Ready to cause her quite a fright
We are not to be feared
Or chased away
For we are a friendly foe
And here we eternally will stay
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An Ode to the Soul
PoetryA collection of poetry that may or may not be an accurate representation of my soul.
