RunningThey're coming;That's all I ever knew.The demons of my past,All coming back anew.They tug at my hair,At my clothes and my arms."You've been running too long!""Yes, I have been running,But I can keep running like an old song!""No you can't," they sneer.I'm on the edge of a fence,Far too nearTo the ground.Time passes, I ignore the smoke of demons.Dreaming, I am visited by the head demon himself;Standing tall and fear-instilling, he glares.The voice, much like drums, booms and shakes the air itself."The time has come," the King blares,And craters fizzle beneath us."No! Wait! I'm done!" I scream."If that's so, prove it." Mist appears out of the craters,The floor leaves, the Demon King wisps away.My eyes snap open, endless sunshine glaring through my window.I still hear the Demon King's voice in my head,"Prove it, prove it."Time to learn now.