The Demon

(Note: This poem I wrote to submit to my school's literary magazine. It has a really long back story, and if you really want it, just ask. My email is greyhawksci@aol.com (just put "Demon Backstory" in the subject). Enjoy!)

The moonlight hit his face,
Casting shadows across his eyes and nose.
He turned to face the demon,
The glint of dark evil in it¹s eyes.
"Go on," the vile creature coaxed.
"What have you got to lose?
No school will accept you with those grades,
The one whom you love hates you,
And your friends have deserted you.
What is left for you to lose?"
He looked down at his hands,
Fell to his knees and cried.
He cried and thought. Thought and cried.
Slowly, oh so slowly,
He composed himself and stood back up.
He stared the demon defiantly in it¹s eyes.
"No. NEVER! NEVER! NEVER!" he screamed.
"I have everything to lose!
I will go to a school,
If they don¹t want me,
That is their loss, not mine.
My love does not hate me,
She hates that I hate myself.
My friends have not abandoned me,
It is I who have abandoned them!
So you ask what is left for me to lose
And I answer you thus:
Life,
Friendship,
Love."
The demon growled in fury and roared.
It stamped it's feet and bellowed in rage.
He looked at the demon,
Then the gun in his hand.
He raised the gun to the demon¹s head
And fired. Once. Twice.
But as the demon fell,
It¹s eyes glazing over in death,
He saw the demon was himself,
And he died.

©1999 Ben "Greyhawk" Scanlon.