Demons

Mistake

She walked with a friend

But she would have to carefully tread.

She said hello to her parents

But didn't say bye to someone important.

She walked down the street

Nearly wishing there was sleet.

She set up in the store

Wanting to be home to escape the bore.

She waited and waited

Not wanting to be hated.

She looked up and saw her father

Noticing that something was a bother.

She then rode home, being told of something dire

Gaining a weak and sad burning fire.

She ran to the porch

Hoping that his flame didn't vanish from the torch.

She saw his still body on the blanket and snow

While she strained to not toss herself to and fro.

She wept over him, tears falling onto his fur

Oh, if only there had been a cure.

She thought, God, if only she had stayed and threw down the rake.

If only she didn't make the mistake...