Daemons Mist

By Frater Mastema

Though a storm outside rage, and the land was ripped asunder,
Nothing disturbed the Mage, not even the crack of thunder,
For there he sat and undisturbed, with peaceful meditation,
His determination unperturbed, as if under sedation,
Not yet great with might, and not the wisest sage,
Still he sat in search of light, a soon to be great Mage.
But low there came, from unknown direction,
With no claim, a dark twisted complexion,
A menacing entity born, corrupted with evil intention,
A presence filled with scorn, commands the Mage to attention,
A circle the Mage conceived, with words to it "I invoke,"
Mentally willed he believed, and surrounded the circle awoke.
"As master am I ye are slave, back to your hellish domain,"
Over all was darkness paved, like a wave of souls in pain,
The chamber was cooler and cooler still, an electricity in the air,

A rage of red haze did spill, formed and there stood a daemon bare.
Red in colour with black cloth it wore, a serpent for a tail,
Three eyes looking hungry and poor, with features that were male,
Two arms with claws, with muscle, veins and nails,
"I have awoke as are my laws, ask and I will tell my tales,
Or show you riches unknown, or grant you a power,
Or trace for you a zone, or build you a tower."
"Nothing, nothing now depart," the Mage hysterically screamed,
Demon gazed his heart, smiled and beamed,
"Be frightened naught, as a shield you have raised,
Safe won't get caught, but look how this hazed,"
Daemon's hand lifted, Mage's eyes did follow,
A mind drifted, and now hollow.
Mage third eye flickered, mind gone astray,
A dream that bickered, will gone away,
Circle broke unheeded, Daemon had his throat,
"Your soul is needed, you fell off the boat,"
Swirl and twisted mist, falling through the floor,
A million Daemons hissed, a thousand arms tore!