"Calling Demons"
I once a child of curiosity.
Seeking every bit of knowledge inquisitively.
One pique my interested and looked mysteriously.
Demons that roamed this world freely.
Read and read for facts on where to find them.
Like a digger striving to find a single gem.
Took the chance of calling them.
A forbidden ritual of mem.
Stayed awake until past midnight.
Where candles were the only left to give light.
Started the ritual without a fright.
Then darkness filled everything in sight.
04/17/2019 2:05 P.M.
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Amateur Works
PoetryThese works are purely made from an amateur and aspiring poet. These were made straight from ideas and thoughts which are assembled into a fresh poem. I am clearly open to any critiques that can possibly make my works improve.
