Not The First Demon Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Mighty mantra of the panther.
Turning the incandescent light into a dimming darkness.
Sounds of verbose, how can I even try to compare.
A continuous idle stare.
A living casper.
An unfinished caper.
Diluted and polluted.
Poisoned by too much.
Driven by confusion.
The writings of an illusion.
Overstated and underestimated.
I digress this is not progress.
A run backwards, how much is distant.
Poised in a noble stance.
Trying to make it look eloquent.
But it really no longer holds the beauty it once did.
Fogged glasses over the shadow of on looking eyes.
The words have been compromised.
A conflicted meaning, seemingly seeming.
The transformation of demons.