erase the light in me.
so, demons won’t come near;
and, devour me, with ease.
a shrouded darkness that seems
a sacred hiding place for me.
the little staff, i hold,
shall be my guide, in this fold.
oh, banish the little imps
that seem to get stronger, while i limp
to that safe minute place, i see.
they prowl beneath the tree.
closer, closer now, to me–
the little creatures that see me.
yet, i know they won’t come for tea;
if that place, i get to reach–they’ll flee.