Demon’s glass
Glazes eyes
Shading the demons
Who stand behind them

In blackened shade
They see better
That way

Reflecting
Them back

A curse for all
To suffer

Terror seized by
Enlightened shadows

A forked-tongued serpent
Slithers Secrets
Into frightened ears

Demons clock through
Midnight glass
beyond reach

Forcing their images
Into the our minds

The stares pierce like
A scalpel to flesh

Time heals the wounds
Ripped from their gaze

But

The demons
will always
be there

Remembering…

Knowing…

Showing through
The demon’s glass