The Summoned

While I sat in the dead shadows,
Sometime after midnight,
When I should have given up
And gone to sleep,
I summoned a dreadful thing.

It crept into the room,
Its shadow bared on the wall,
And the flame of the candle
Danced about.

As I sat, whispering its spell
There was a breaking down
Of the otherworldly realm.

Its talon claws wrapped around
Grasping my soul,
Claiming it was no longer mine.

My heart sunk low in my chest,
And I held my breath,
"What have I done?" I asked.

The darkness greeted me
With a lovers embrace,
The air was heavy, and
Suffocating.

I drew a deep breath,
And quickly blew.
The candlelight became nonexistent,
A void took its place.

My pulse quickened,
And I was afraid.
A door had opened
In the subconscious place,
And a true nightmare stepped in.

I could no longer trust the dark,
Too paranoid to be alone.
All I felt was diabolical hate
And a seething rage.

It followed me around
Oppressing and manipulating,
Whispering evil things.

My life was not my own,
Enslaved to sin,
A master among demons
It controlled my mind.

For years and years
I followed its path,
Almost giving in to its allusion
That I would be better off dead.

My saving grace a voice of light,
My beloved who came into my life.
He wrestled my darkly captor,
Never giving me up
To that deadened thing.

We slammed that door
And locked it twice, just to be sure.
But I still don't completely walk free,
It's always knocking.

Never again
Will I summon it to me.
Never again will I be ignorant
Of what is around me.