Siege The demons have been coming back Slowly breaking my aged wall. Starting at dusk, And leaving when first light settles in, Giving me some time to harden the broken masterpiece. As I struggle to keep up, I see my once jubilant memories fleeing. One by one the blocks will start to fall. Should I let go of the wall, They would all storm in, And this fight would end quicker. Should I support the ill-fated wall, I would keep this temporary happiness For just a little longer
