The demons flutter and dance and cry,
They shriek and wail and rip and try
To interfere with peace and joy,
To fill with fear, the calm, destroy.
They flit about in graceless hordes.
They whisper lies and evil words.
They strive to conquer righteousness,
To take what's good and make it less
With poisoned mirrors that don't see truth
And cluttered thoughts which hide the proof.
But just ahead, beyond the haze,
There is a roaring fire ablaze.
It shrinks not from the evil ones,
But with its light, it binds their tongues.
They cannot douse its warmth or flame.
They cannot shade its loud proclaim
That all is well, and justice fair
Will come to those who interfere
With all that's right and good and kind.
And thus, the light will soothe the mind!
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