Little Demons

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