The Demon Poem by Kevin Maroney

In the moonlight, burning bright,
some foul twist and some bright spite,
something growing wicked on this tree.

Not red nor green, but everywhere,
do it spread from there to there,
Fright, it's even here and here and here.

A fungus, no it's too high!
A bird, what a beak in sickly scythe!
No, an animal, but what with such red eyes on't!

Fire on the shallow burning water,
from air and wind, a scary sea squatter,
it comes from trees of black bold spite.

Its heritage sunk, it moves on home,
what is it, please, just move it gone,
But Fright! it's here and here again!

Burning bog, freezing sun, blood red rivers
In the face of a gun,
The gun turned master and a slaver too,
but what's this, better, no it'll get you too,
But Fright! stop run it's here it's here again!

A million to one, and still no fight,
A war unfair, no end in sight.
What's that! It's nothing seen before,
not more nor less than remo're.
But Sight! It's bleeding black into the night.

Is it gone, should I worry?
No, just hurr hurr hurry!
But Blight! It's nothing living anymore....