A demoness stalks my dreams,
Searching for me to devour and make scream.
My energy she wants to drink,
To drain me dry, or so I think.
But maybe her actions are just misconstrued,
Her intentions not malice, but just for food.
Only a little maybe she'll take,
Just enough for her thirst to sate.
Or maybe her desire is of another type,
Like carnal thoughts or vengeful spite.
Such things that lurk in humanities heart,
She'll imbibe and eat, like a banquet's start.
Would not removal of such be good,
Atleast some seem to think it would.
But good and bad are intermingled concepts,
Without one the other has no comparator to define against.
Besides all that, the good and bad that is in us all,
Makes us who we are, a complete neat ball.
Take out a piece and the result is not the same,
It's a different entity, where only the name remains.
But if it's just life energy she seeks,
Would you give a little at night when asleep?
Knowing that it is only temporarily gone,
And would be replaced before too long.
For giving of oneself, is this not a good deed?
Even though the being is a demoness it feeds.
Who's to say what's right or wrong,
For maybe neither place is where I belong.
Maybe I'll be wandering here after this life,
And paying penance for my deeds that caused strife.
Maybe that's not it, but a ghost I shall be,
For this is the thought that always haunts me.
Will this come to pass, I really don't know,
Only time will tell, and it moves so slow.
so when I'm gone, and you feel a strange cool breeze,
Maybe I'm still playing tricks, we'll have to wait and see.
Cronos the Timekeeper Community Member 
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