The Demon

The demon is an evil thing
Whose presence leaves a painful sting
Along the walls the demon creeps
And through the roof its bloodlust seeps
But I know this evil I can fight
For God is my one holy light
I shall be still but without fright
The demon is beaten by the Knight
The wings of my heart jump up and take flight
The presence has vanished into the night
Alas, all at last is right.

Author's Notes: This was actually inspired by a poem written my a friend's dad (which was really good). But it definitely has more religion involved. It's one of my earliest poems--not much else to say.