Unknown Poem by Justin Reamer

I see you all the time;
You are in my dreams and
In my sleep,
You are part of my worst nightmare,
And all you do is cloud my mind
With fear that you are watching me,
Following me,
Leering at me with whatever dark form that you have.
You are dark and scary,
Always in my shadows,
You watch me with that red eye you have.
You take from me what
Matters most,
Then give me boxes at my doorstep
Which show a child
With milky skin and a pallid complexion,
But screams like a daemon as
The skin falls away to reveal
Its horrid true form.

You are my worst nightmare,
Because I see you in my shadows,
Tempting me with the gifts you offer,
Whispering in my ear,
Touching my shoulder with those
Long, clawed bony hands,
Which make me fear for my life
When those fangs of yours are bared.

What do you want with me,
You daemon presence?
What do you want with me,
O Bane of Creation?
Why do you want to hurt me such?
What is it you need,
If anything?

O Draconian spirit,
Shadow of the Night,
I beg you please let me be;
Stop following me in the darkness,
Stop offering me those horrid things you
Have to offer.
Your daemonic aura is the worst
Thing I could ever imagine.
I feel you at my side,
The world becomes cold,
Even as the sun shines,
The shivers are sent down my spine.
You look at me with those wary eyes
Burning red with anger and hatred;
You continue to bother me,
You monster of hell,
And you never let me be.

What is it that you want?
I am tired of your temptation;
I do not want to rule the world.
You scare me with everything you have,
But you do not fool me;
I will not give in to you.
Your scaly, long fingers
Are as ugly as can be;
Those red eyes you have,
They are as bland as your personality.
That smile you use to charm women
And to tempt men like me—
It is fake, fraudulent
In every sense of the word.

You hypocrite! Let me be!
I don’t know who you are,
But I will not put up with you!
You are a monster of the Pit,
You don’t belong here.
Go back to where you belong
And let me be so
I can live my life.