Harry Moon Poems

I walked away and you cried, Please don't go, but the Demons kept calling, "Come to the Demon House."
You followed and I watched from behind the bushes as you drove by in vain, for they kept calling, "Come to the Demon House."
You didn't come back so now I could go, to the ones a calling me, to "Come to the Demon House."
My thoughts were numb, my spirit drug behind me, as I proceeded to "the Demon House."
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