Demon Fight

Cold, so cold,
A frosty cold,
Sends shivers through my spine,
Frozen grip,
Icey fingertips,
Reach out to hold me tight,
Steadfast held,
They grip my soul,
I can feel my fears rising,
The fear of death,
And cold, cold earth,
The fear of compromising,
I cannot share,
This demon's lair,
I cannot be his servant,
And yet I muse,
Should I refuse,
My life will end for certain.

Dilemma favors,
My endeavors,
Should choose that I should cede,
To lose my soul,
To this demon's hold,
To join him and his creed,
As cold sweat drips,
Within his grip,
My fears reaching their crescendo,
Howling at the moon,
They sing the tune,
Of my disparaging innuendo,
To reproach my fears,
And denounce my tears,
And my cowardly endeavors,
My opposition,
Seems non-existent,
As they urge me to surrender.

But my heart is strong,
And knows it's wrong,
To accept this demon's offer,
It bids my mind,
To think things kind,
And bring my soul to order,
To pull away,
From the slavery,
Of a purgatory existence,
To face my fear,
To break his stare,
And put up my resistance,
To break the grip,
He holds me with,
His frosty cold to melt,
This demon, I,
Won't compromise,
I'll send him back to hell.

My pulses soar,
His thunder roars,
His fist grows tighter still,
His cold embrace,
Straight from the grave,
Almost controls my will,
But my heart beats pure,
And meets his glower,
Which turns to sullen scowl,
His evil eyes,
Cannot hold mine,
By means not fair nor foul,
He cedes defeat,
And leaves me be,
To disappear in smoke,
Back to his lair,
And me no more,
My life, will he, provoke.