The Demons are those who make small children cry,
But those who cry are prayed upon at night,
For their time is nigh
When the Demons are visible to human sight

To see the screaming beings go
Being dragged by the Devil’s creatures
The time is near- The once gently image of the moon is gaining an eerie glow
The poor children… Taken by the things with such atrocious features

The screams have stopped
The Moon has retreated, bringing the Demons with her
All these grimacing memories must be locked
Inside of the Demon’s playground; The land of Mer