The demon at the archway whispered come and play,
I reply i cannot stay,
Im off to paint a picture,
Im heading to the bay.
With his finger pointing south of me,
He sighs towards the moon,
And tells me i should follow it,
Its glow will leave us soon.
Beyond the archway an orchard, It burst a claret red,
And towards me came the charge of lions,
Steed became its head.
There body wide with golden wing,
A violence splitting through the trees,
Each shadow calling out my name,
I drop down to my knees.
"Stand and dance" said the demon,
"The king is on his way,
And should he see you with me,
the both of us will pay".
His words became a sonic boom and sang a blinding white,
And I smiled at the beauty as the light replaced the night,
Heavens they cry fire and cornets play out loud,
Angels they are wailing,
Upon the blackened cloud.
The demon cowers, His face a dancing blaze,
Howling out towards me a fear driven yell,
"The king is here, The king is here",
"Upon us will be fury",
"Upon us will be hell".
