Demons

Hiding as a shadow
Unseen, unheard
Scuttling just at the edge
Making its presence felt
Weaving a slippery web
The air smelling of dread

Its prey weak and scared
Jumping at the sound
Of its own ragged breath
Swatting away wraiths
Its past has found
And wrung at the oracle's nape

The scheming spider
Feeds on fear
Its web of ivory words
Piercing deeper than swords
Separating its prey
From hearth and love
Shaping friends as fey
The world a foe
All a myth, at Hades' gate

Faith like quicksand
Trust a dark stranger
All ways a maze
The mind in a haze
Only love and the brave
A path can pave