The sight of early dawn is bright -
a demon’s eyes are chasing light.
He breathes his whispered breeze. It's bliss
for us. We catch what others miss.
Our simple bed to tender tracks,
to complicate his fierce attacks?
Let's hover on his venom's fog
as it conceals a deadly bog.
A road winds past, a vicious length
compelling others with its strength,
convinced by deadly serpent bite
that death may only walk with spite.
Sitting still poised to forsake,
his dream of hell is one to break.
Addictive emerald, his eyes
will freeze a soul with blood and lies.