Running

They'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 near
To 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.