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A poem of childhood dreams...

As a child I remember well
this strange moment I will tell.
Put to sleep on an early night,
I awoke somewhat startled
by this curious light.

I could hear his breathing
as he grabbed my hand
and told me he is taking me
to another land.

And as I ride upon this Devils wing,
an evil spark, and a hint of sting.
The smell of sulfur is in the air
as I fly about without a care.

I feel the heat from his vaporous breath
as he laughs a laugh of certain death.
I don't fear this thing, this soulless beast, no spirit inside, no heart that beats.

As he glides slowly over ash and fire,
his demons they scream in a horrific choir.

Raising their voices above the din,
and feeding on souls lost in sin.
I ride about this hellish tour
still believing my soul is pure.

He grins at me and points ahead
to lay me down back in my bed.

And with a whisper he is gone
and I fall back asleep until the dawn.

What makes it real and explains some things is that he left me with my own little wings.