demons fear

This is a short poem I wrote about a month ago, I sometimes let my mind roam and build fantasies, This poem is an attempt at describing the scene of one of these fantasies

Tonight devils do not tread and angels hide their wings,

Gods tremble in the clouds and man is bound with suffering,

The moon shines red and all leaves fall from there trees,

The creatures of the land and air and sea are lost and never seen.

We stand tall and guard throughout this night, devoid of demon, god and man,

We true creatures of the night move freely this one eve

Men of wolf decent and those of blood drenched teeth let loose for now

The unseen world will rule for now as the scene goes on.

The streets are filled with fur and fang as all earthy life flees this night

The laws of man, and god and beast do not stand at all

We prowl these streets and take our fill

For us of the night are ever restricted on all but this fine eve.

Author's Note

this poem was written in a single sitting without any editing. what are your thoughts on this style?

Reviews

[Mockingbird]

i like the imagery of this poem. it makes for a great plot of a story. excellently written poem. i wouldn't change anything about it.