Demon
It’s nice outside
They say
The sunlight in the trees
The shadows on the blades of grass
A gentle, cooling breeze
The clouds arranged in
Harmony
Like sponges dipped in paint
The sky is blue, a gorgeous hue
A crow appears – a taint
It flits across the sky
With feathers trailing red
A crooked beak, an eerie creak
Disintegrating head
You can’t watch all the beauty now
Without the broken crow
Floating in the corner, wings
Threatening to grow
It won’t be here forever, just
As long as you’re alive
A stain upon the setting sun
The demon by your side.