Poems of Narad

Denizens

They importune the dark to stay,
These denizens that prod and play
With human forms for their own joy
Treating us as Nature's toy.
They seeking their satisfaction in things
Of little import yet they try
Their best to introduce the stings
Of mind and heart, their tricks they ply.
As we succumb to evil's way
Excitedly their games they play.