Painting the demons asleep;
leaving them in the dark.
Painting the demons to sleep;
keeping them from the light
hoping they fade and wither away
into nothing. They belong to the shadows.
Painting a lullaby for demons;
wrestling with dreams. Taming
even the most ravenous and ferocious;
if only, I could. Wishing for strength
to send them to eternal rest with one final
slashing blow of the valiant sword.
Praying I don’t have a demon thumb
for growing new ones.