The Black

The demons came from outer dark,
To drag me down to hell.
They craved my soul, its living spark,
And my demise as well.
 
From far back in my youth, I knew
From where they had arrived.
I did not know what I would do
For I had been deprived.
 
Their evil faces leered and grinned
As they came out to play.
They came against me like the wind
When they dragged me away.
 
They took me to a place of night,
Where dark things live and roam.
They kept me in potential fright
Inside their dismal home.
 
They tried to tear my mind apart
And giggled at my screams.  
They hammered on my weary heart
And plunged into my dreams.
 
And once they’d had their perverse fun,
They brought me back once more,
To tell you all of what they’d done
And of the pain I bore.
 
I tell you this for your own sake,
And hope you’ll listen well.
Do not repeat my damned mistake,
Or they’ll take YOU to hell.
 
Flee from their gaze and reaching hands,
And never dare look back.
For they have fearful, vile plans
To take you to the black!