Friend For A Friend Poem by Brynn Bettin

There once was a man who lived on a hill
The world for him always seemed to stand still
For the time he spend alone in a chill
The demon crept along for the kill
But the time of a friend who lived in a mill
Saw fit the way to make haste for the hill
And saw the demon creeping to fill
The cup of blood that stood wait with a shrill
But no living thing could ever see
How a man brings this upon his destiny
Except for the friend who lies in wait
To save the man from his certain fate