In the heart of deepest shadows, noonday sun beaming high,
Beneath a world of blinding light, a different realm identified.
For midst the golden hour’s glory, demons dare to roam,
Crafting chaos in the sunshine, turning daydreams into thrones.

From the darkest depths they surface, their obsidian wings spread wide,
With fiery eyes and twisted smiles, temptation in their stride.
Innocence they swiftly plunder, virtue shrouded by their might,
Licking their lips, with hunger deep, they savor souls in broad daylight.

Wielding their deceptive power, they dwell within the mind,
Whispering vile incantations, invisible chains they bind.
They feast on weakened virtues, and virtues yet to be,
As the clock strikes twelve at midday, the true nature we shall see.

In the bustling city streets, where laughter fills the air,
Demons weave amongst the masses, a wickedness they wear.