slowly, I've learnt to levitate above the ground,
fly far away from the demons that hunt me down.

until, one day a little boy asked if I could teach him to run away from all the creatures,
I gazed down at the small beseecher.

merely I laughed and said:

❛ don't run. learn to rise above the demons that you'll never outrun. ❜

he nodded slowly.

weightless, we flew above the armageddon.

we rose to the sky and breathed in the wonderful scents of heaven.

looking down at the demons.

once our heathens.

the funny thing was, now they looked beaten.