On
dark nights
When
the thunder claps
And winged
birds
Cease
to flap
He hides
where you can’t see
If you
want a friend
That’s
what he will never be
In closets
or in plain sight
He will
transform
For peace
or fright
He wields
his club
Like
a badge of honor
And if
you get hit
You’ll
be a goner
His horns
are polished
Like
a trophy
Which
he received
For no
fee
The demon
will haunt you
With
its skin so blue
Searching
for power
And searching
for you
The
Oni will cause such a scare
Your
fear will glue you
To your
chair
(c) 2019 Tanner Stevenson
