Mist of demons

The sun dances ‎to the beat of demons, ‎a masked look till eternity, ‎sorrow clung like a sunset. ‎ ‎I walk alone at night, ‎moving through the mist of demons like a snail. ‎I shook enough to bring down a fort, ‎a masked confidence like a weasel. ‎ ‎Hallowed whispers filled the hall; ‎why do thy wraiths behave cruel? ‎Lurid lies lingered, lethal to all morality. ‎And in the mist, the last demon smiled, ‎as shadows swallowed the trembling child.