Demons Familiar

One night, when I was very young, I awoke crying, as young children often do There are evil demons, I said, evil demons running through There are no such demons, said my father, go back to sleep But I could not, would not sleep, I continued to weep The phantoms I thought I saw were angered, they quickly became true Down to the basement they dragged me, by my shoe No! No! I screamed, I fought back tooth and nail But the demon was much too strong, inevitable was my fail The basement cellar door, opened with a creak Me thrown inside, door slammed with force not weak Scraping closed, the finality of the lock Body slumping down, total was my shock When would morning come? I didn’t know But when the door finally opened, I glimpsed the face of my foe Not some monstrous vision, not some horrible sight But the face of my father, so filled with hate that night Demons come and demons go I fear most the ones that I know