Would that I could spare you pain
You feel the demon’s touch again
I’ll wrap you in my loving heart
Where demons can’t wrench us apart.
And as you lie in sleep’s repose
Protect you, I, against all those
Who bring such wicked dreams to you
I’ll take my sword and them pursue.
With honour pure and blade so true
I’ll drive those demons out from you
And peace and such serenity
Will be returned to you and me.
Would that life could ever be
As straightforward as poetry.
©Joe Wilson – The demon’s touch…2015