Apr 30, 2017 NaPoWriMo, Original Poetry

The Return
©April 30th, 2017
By Vijaya Sundaram

She returns every year,
Sometimes disguised, sometimes not,
Talons and teeth sharp,
Eyes brimming with wickedness.

And every year, I laugh
Push her aside casually, knowing
My strength, and  weave spells to
Paralyze her advance.

Every year, she returns,
And I say, “This is a spirit
Speaking to me, not me.
I shall slay this demon.”

The demon hides her face
Sleeve held aloft, smiling
She does not fool me. I sense her.
The air trembles, alert.

Sometimes, the demon
Creeps up behind me,
And sometimes, alongside.
And sometimes, from above.

But what do I do now, when she
Advances slowly towards me,
Fangs longer, talons extended?
Her laughter tires me so.
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Today is the last day of NaPoWriMo 2017, and the prompt was to write about something that recurs.

Thanks for reading!

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