Demon Upon My Stairs

There is a figure,

a misty shadow,

dark as lightness night.

A figure that lurks upon my stairway,

with eyes glowing a fearsome amber,

jagged toothy grin spread cross this creatures face,

menacing and deeply chilling growl,

that fills the stairway from this demons throat.

As I stare at him, he stares back at me,

a misty, shadowy demon,

tall and slim,

just a silhouette of darkness upon my stairs.

I can not pass him,

for he will not let me go any further up the stairs,

he will not let me rest my head upon my pillow,

he merely stands menacing and growling with his toothy wide grin.

No prayers or spells remove him,

no cry to any deity will help,

have all my deities now truly abandoned me?

Have I been cursed by you all, with a servant of fear?

You all said that I was of light and dark,

so why now this creature upon my stairs?

You high and mighty mortals of religious ranks,

told me that demons are just fallen and dark angels,

yet why does this dark angel threaten me?

Is this my test from high above?

Have I not been in enough pain?

Have I not suffered enough fear?

I must not look away from this creature,

I must face this demon once again,

nor should I contend the greater good.

He now seems to no longer growl at me,

something has changed,

his toothy grin is replaced with a pleasing smiling,

no fearful jagged teeth on display,

and his eyes that once glowed amber,

now glow the purist white.

Has he now become an angel?

Was he always a being of light?

Is this creature a mirror of myself,

that shines from deep within?

This creature is just that,

a being of both light and dark,

in the silence of my confusion,

with so many questions whirling though my head,

this creature that once stood growling at me,

that was once clearly a demon,

now stands as nothing more than that of a glowing being of light,

and as I watch him fade away,

leaving nothing but an empty stairway,

I wonder what he truly was to me.

And as I now lay my head upon my pillow soft,

I remember that I'm of light and dark,

for no energy of spirit is purely positive or negative,

light or dark,

good or bad,

everything within itself is balanced,

so everything most hold both light and dark,

nothing can purely be one thing or another.