Daemonlore

Once upon a faerie tale,

In days of yore, long since gone,

There in the shadows coalesced,

Torn from Chaos: Daemonspawn.

There is a daemon in the shadows

Blood is dripping from his claws.

In the darkness 'neath his crown

A sinner's heart beats in his maw.

He flies through Night

On wings of Raven.

In spirits' fears and angels' tears

Is his image forever craven.

Vilest impling born of Chaos,

Grandest daemon born of shadow,

Shattered dreams for arrowheads,

He alone can draw his dark bow.

He consumes the Cosmos

As a calm stream;

I am that daemon born of Chaos

Shadowspawn, thief of dreams.

Patrick W. Crocker ©