Demon warfare

There's a war
Staked among silent orbits
Of atoms and their dances
Choreographed
Glint of silver, pressed
Beaten and cured to concrete bullets
But this
Won’t stun vampires anymore.
Through mastery and masonry
Forged of black steel
They sharpened
Swords for stung teeth, ironed
Against their withering tongues
Took heed of wisdoms...
And details
Patterned in dreams of slumbering cities
Caught our vices
Cobwebbed, hanging
Draped our skeletons, dangled in chaplets
At bedsides
And beside our closets
Cramped of solitudes
Snide n’ sinful secrets we held store
Blasphemies of all sorts –
And metal,
Shards piercing flesh as arrows
Stifled echoes we though best to swallow
From being heard...
But they have come to learn what’s clandestine
Casket of fears we hid behind, mirrors
Beckoning rebirth of these chided demons
Biting and twisting silver like smiths do
Turning and shaving angles off bullets
Till quietly seething warheads within us
Take mutiny against our own skins