Other times,
when demons do exist
Hades is a spring carnival,
compared to the chambers of my soul
the demon I adore the most,
the infinite hands,
forming hands forming hands
of trickery and illusion,
casting shadow on my walls
calling self complete, touch, and taking
don’t be frightened,
of the shadow on the walls.
Then there is the angel,
the angel with the candle
not showing the way
just caries the light
understanding
glowing warmth and luring
as illuminating as consuming
How many times more
much closer can you come
this sun’s closeness
completion
burning
