Demon Speeding

Breezes blow across my face,

As footsteps echo through the hall,

The demon behind me quickens his pace,

And in fear I trip and fall.

Whispers fall here and there,

I can not think,

I can not hear,

Yet deathly images come to mind as I hear his armor clink.

Rippling and sharp claws briefly shine,

Then strike down towards me,

But in a brief flash, his armor chimes,

My dagger of iron slashes through his heart, and he can no longer be.

Thus finally falls the last demon of hate,

And I join other slayers of many times great.