Ancient Deamon

He sat alone in dimly lit room
Where ancient demon talked to him
He told him stories of fame and fortune
He told him tales of pain and torture

He tried to wrap his head around
To all those tales of fortune and pain
Bur the demon tempted, demon scared
And the young man finally broke

He fell on his knees, laughed and sobbed
He praised the Demon as an idol
Demon of past just laughed and grinned
Watching the little man fall so low

Demon embodied all of his dreams
He was a perfect version of the man
Poor sinner bowed to his master
And demon took a glance in mirror

Candle went out, moon dimmed, cold breeze blew through the room
Mirror cracked, demon screamed, man had seen his own reflection
He saw himself, he cried in vain, he was his own judge and jury
He had lost it, he was gone, he felt dead to the whole wide world