Can you...

Put up a fight
To the fright
Of the night?

To the demons that have fed
Under your bed
And in your head?

The ones that take your might
Your sight
And your light?

Can you find a way
To say
They can't stay?

The demons
Are heathens
In legions.

Now you see,
A darker side if me.
Would you like some tea?

Plenty here.
Please don't fear,
My dear.

When they leave,
You won't need to greave,
And we too will leave.

To the green meadows we will go,
I must warn you though,
The demons there still flow.