More Demons



Into the keep our hasteful hero runs,
From death outside, to deadness from within.



The sound of a screech against the broken sky,
The wing’d beast approaches once again.
Tower knight, tons of scraping iron, death,
More than 20 feet tall, full of damned souls.






Our hero falters not, fearless of death,
Steps forth to face the hulking iron foe.


Knight’s great lance levels at the hero’s head,
Is thrust forth missing only by a hair.