Shh. Be quiet.
Demons are flying free.
They're headed for you.
Shh. Do you hear that?
A monster is showing himself.
His shadow is slowly appearing
on the cold ground.
Shh. What was that sound?
It was me.
I'm opening Hell's gate.
The shiver down your spine
will never dissipate.
Felicity Slaughter
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/am-i-hearing-things/
