frightened away by a dream
an imp runs through the night.
perplexed by frantic dancing shadows
he remains cloaked from all light.

lost in a state of constant nightmare
the demon hurries about an arid land.
for beyond the realm of darkness
he's just an average mortal man.

in and out of byways
trying to recall the way home.
the little devil cries for help
but, finds himself alone.

exhausted from running so long
the imp sits down to rest.
never looking around to realize
he's been racing around his own nest.

Jon Andres