Hovers over me.
Sleeping I miss,
His smile of glee.
Swirling his finger
In the air.
He takes this soul
Without a care.
Do I notice
When I wake?
Of course not
That demons fake.
Just a vision
From my mind�s eye.
I imagined it
Or did I?
Winged demon
Hovers over me.
Sleeping I miss
His smile of glee.
Richard