In the East the wind is rising
and the ocean tide is high
Dragons fly 'neath billow'd clouds
A Demon Dreams the starless sky

Winds do blow, blow high, blow low
and 'neath the trees the acorns fall
A Dragon lived here long ago
and Demons kept court in his hall

To the East the wind is gusting
Bright the moon gleams on the sea
Dragons in the air, untrusting,
and the Demon...? Close to me....

Do Demons Dream? My Dark poetry....