Re: Joe's poem
A demons sigh fell heavy,
and it stole the light,
as it passed my way it stole my time.
I hunt the demon now but he's hard to find,
he wears a mask to hide from light,
he wears a smile to beguile,
the smile he wears is my stolen time.
Mark your time thief your fire grows dim,
the time you steal will be your own.
Take yourself back to darkness demon and hide from light,
and hide the smile that bears my time.