I wrote this poem 2 years ago, and I don't know if I've posted it, but I'm going to post it anyways.

Written: February 10, 2017

The sky turns from blue to grey

The clouds work their way

Covering the sun

Snickering as they go

knowing the fate of those below

The light hearted will run scared

Leaving behind a stench of fear

And the ones who live there, in the dark

Will look up and shrug

Like it's nothing new

Shadows will cover the land

Making way, for demons will come,

Crawl out of the ground

And chase down light souls

The once bright souls

That fought against the dark

Will have a meeting with their devil

Ready to tear them down

Their poor sacred soul

Their demons whisper to their hearts

Manipulate their way in

Making a makeshift motel
And becoming more than just a bump in the night,

The demons will work their dark magic

Make the light souls crave the end

Now the inhabitants of the dark

Will stand up

Use what is left of their souls

To make you okay,

Create a shield

Giving you strength

Making you strong, ready to fight

When the next wave comes to take away the light.