The Value Of A Daemon

 
visions light and I dream
my senses amazed by the beauty of the dark
silently shadowing the day

deeply rich demon speak
with great tradition and honor
they belong to our Father

touching nature they shimmer on the horizon
bringing proper respect to the mortal realm
with magic on the air, they defend
casting energies into the fray, they stand guard

altering what humanity is allowed to see
mystifying the great and the humble
seeking nothing in exchange

the art of knowledge, well protected
they are practised, in faith
the will of the warrior, deeply engrained

they wrestle with us intimately
allowing us a point of refference
cloaking the steps of folly
lest we fall in
tending to the rows of tares
serving in a way only they can

my Father requests, my men at attention
and they fall into formation around me
the darkness within me is quite natural
a part of me that can't be tamed

sacred truth my demons are honored
with little reminders
they gude me through the day

I only wish more people understood
the value of a Daemon