Once upon a evening storm
when stars cowered in the wet swarm
I saw the demons of my fears collide
to haunt from everlasting hide

They appear in colors, fears and hate
that built itself after eons of wait
I fear in my heart the vile commence
My senses grow awry my muscles grow tense

The darkness grows deeper and glum
as the rain intensifies like a violent drum
they begin to coordinate a violent upheavel
as I see a mass movement of evil

In my eyes I see eyes that hate eyes
And my eyes see eyes and hearts that tell lies
I hold in resistance I attempt them to thwart
I seek in glimpses of despair remedy of sort

They cease for a minute their loud advance
glaring silently to inquire my peculiar trance
I stand closed in myself but ever so ready
feet to inside and stare fro and steady

They grunt and pace closer and closer
In my heart grows weaker the fear of a soldier
I look at my left my violent dance begins
upon the first attack the lone defender wins

to my right another oppressor stalks
and quickly he cowers and ceases his gawks
I do not tire and haste my senses yonder
the next oppresor comes from fro like thunder

They fall one by one as soldiers bare
and after I return to my beginning I stand and glare
twenty four foul demons upon the ground lie
after to resist their prowess I could comply

I solemnly and with fedility rest on the ground
the eyes of skies and mountains highs go round and round
and into a queer dream this vile conscienceness flows
until they revive and meet me again my immortal foes