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Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are based on the authors' lives and experiences and may be changed to protect personal information. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
Note: While authors are asked to place warnings on their stories for some moderated content, everyone has different thresholds, and it is your responsibility as a reader to avoid stories or stop reading if something bothers you. 

Headstall's Reflections - 93. Chapter 93 The Demon King

When reality meets imagination...

The Demon King

 

 

A big black crow landed near

Staring me in the eye

Bold he was, showing no fear

And startling me with his cry

 

Who was he to yell at me?

Not once, not twice, but thrice

I stared back, hoping he'd flee

But would settle for him being nice

 

He cocked his head, eyes now glowing red

Hopping not once, not twice, but thrice

Again, screeching like the dead

Insisting only my leaving would suffice

 

Indignant, I rallied and stood my ground

Not willing to be chased away

Prepared to match this beast round for round

And keep the ungodly creature at bay

 

He cawked again—I swear a grin he bore

And soon his troops began to land

Not once, twice, thrice, but more

And the one became a feathered band

 

Giants all, with eyes of blood

And beaks ideal for stabbing meat

More flew close like an evil flood

So, an abashed man beat a careful retreat

 

There are times one knows his limits

When the odds are stacked too tall

I could choose to be torn to bits

Or retreat behind nearest wall

 

Fiery eyes watched me slink beyond the gate

And some soldiers hopped thrice and more

Daring me to tempt my fate

Their eagerness for battle at the fore

 

All bow to the majestic demon king

Whether real or figment of my mind

I accept it's not always my song to sing

Much smarter and safer to bide my time

 

Some might call me a fool to annoint

For he was only a common crow

But if that's you take, you've missed the point

That there's some matches you should throw

 

I've battled my demons many times

And have certainly conceded my share

I've yet to figure out my crimes

But of battle tactics, I'm well aware

Thanks for reading this small indulgence. It's been a long while since I've posted poetry. Cheers!
Copyright © 2017 Headstall; All Rights Reserved.
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The content presented here is for informational or educational purposes only. These are just the authors' personal opinions and knowledge.
Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are based on the authors' lives and experiences and may be changed to protect personal information. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
Note: While authors are asked to place warnings on their stories for some moderated content, everyone has different thresholds, and it is your responsibility as a reader to avoid stories or stop reading if something bothers you. 

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