The Devil’s Angel

There’s a devil on my left
shoulder
complete with horns
blood-red eyes and
sharply pointed tail.

He makes me sail close to
the wind
taunting me to
commit some sin.
He’s got his claws dug in
there deep
keeps on trying without end.

Puts me to the test
never lets me rest.

But I know he’s there….
…..whispering in my ear.

He tries his level best to
take my thoughts and deeds where
they really ought not to go

So

When he gets that bad and
I’m filled with doubt
wondering whether to
walk his black-hearted road
just to ease the heaviness of
my ‘living’ load
that’s when
I turn to the Angel on my right
because, she always guides me
back toward the light.

~*~

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Monsters

A hint of sweet Jasmine carried in the
softest whistle of wind through an open window
as sunset settled across her enchanted domain.

She could relax once again
after more than ample help from her
loyal and loving tiger beast
the scrap of demons were trapped
(for now)
in a magical montage of granite
which
(in theory)
would hold them forever, unless
the hard-stone was somehow flawed
or, the spell she cast was broken.

Such huge responsibility
being a good fairy queen
and trying to prevent so
many different monsters each night from
invading young children’s dreams.

~*~

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Another take on beauty and the beast story.

Psst: It’s my @#%^**** @& gazillionth  Birthday today 🙂

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Night Terrors

Drifting into the deep
words float in puddles
spinning round and round
then, drip one by one
through fluttering eyelids.

Something’s going on
(I scream)
but, no-one hears the cries.

Drowning now in you as you
haunt me with those eyes in the
darkness of my dreams.

Running now

always running

(Sometimes wish I had a gun)

Trying to escape before you
make a grab for me.

Yes, you know it’s you
who haunts me.
Taunts me
(as you used to sneak into
my room)
Now, you creep into my thoughts
when I let slip my guard
falling victim to your nightly
frights again.

Heart is in my throat now
and I’m choking on the fear as
those shadow-hands reach out from
the cold and dead
to touch my living flesh.

If this is a dream then wake me
for, I am in hell and the devil is
escaping through my tears.

I’ve lived with you for years.

Suddenly, you disappear
but, I know where you are.
I saw someone toss you back into
the earth, scattered the ashes
of your demon birth.

So,
go back and walk among the
living dead because I am
so much stronger than you
ever knew.

My light outshone your
wicked deeds.
I’m alive and, when I wake
I’ll remember that it was
I who heaved a silent sigh as I
watched you go.

~*~

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For far too many reasons that I can’t go into without writing a novel, suffice to say, I used to have these dreadful recurring night frights for years, where I would wake up shouting, sobbing real tears and, even though once awake, I couldn’t break free of the fear from those dreadful night terrors.  Until through deep soul searching of many ‘whys’ and of being able to forgive the unforgivable,  I found my own light and then I knew, through love, I’d always been so much stronger than I ever knew I was.

No child should ever suffer any type of abuse at the hands of any adult, parents or not. Not in any way and, not for any reason.

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