Hiding to Seek

A demon sat on my bed one night.

The silhouette of it's horns was stark.

It's massive body should've been heavy,
but it wasn't.

I should've been scared,
but I wasn't.

My legs were intertwined with its own

as we were
both present
simply sitting.

It's darkened face
didn't reveal eyes,
yet I gazed into them.

When?

It asked,
sadly,
pleadingly,

but I ignored it.

My silence made me invisible,
as I looked for the answer
in the dark.