Demon's by Denny Lancaster I fought with the demon called Despair who with folly tried to lead me no where and by my own faulty human inclinations caused me in the end, not to really care. Then Silence smiled to cover my gloom and my lips refused to move but purse, while a void engulfed my feeble mind, no responses are in need to rehearse. Hardness of heart then came into view and all whom I met both here and there saw a shell of a once vocal proud man, all they could do was murmor and stare. Isolation housed me with those demon's and food nor drink were permitted inside but the demons grew while I withered, now not even in myself can I now hide. How many years passed for no one came not even to knock on my isolations door while my eyes closed in total darkness and now there are no memories to store. Sitting sad and musing a very faint sound and into my darkness a wee laddie bound who did cartwheels, screamed, then a smile while I continued to sit with Despair awhile. Slowly my eyes became accustomed to light but out of my isolation, I gave in to fright for not having a visitor in many a year, you dear reader can understand my fear. Hand in hand he and I began to write and my first friend in many years was right; True friendship comes in the dead of night, so our darkness can turn into days so bright. I can hear you say that this tale is so tall, what if I were to tell you a blind man sees all, but if one day in the middle of your night your demons as mine also finally take flight you could see how a blind man will see all and you will hold onto HIM with all your might. All rights reserved to the author