
Little demon sprites came over to play
wearing friendly faced masks in light of day
As darkness fell, their guises discarded
They tugged harder at me as I grew disheartened
Dimmer the light, no moon in the sky
Crying for help, now afraid and blind
Demons pulled my dress, my hair ties
Shimmer and shine, a face old and wise
Scattering demons, hissing in spite
My tear streaked face, my dress a sight
“Have you learned your lesson?” he inquired
“Resist temptation,” in relief, I replied
And watching for masks in the day
I kept many a demon at bay
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