Hell’s fairies fly before my field 
of valley’s vision, with wasp wings 
like wisps of black smoke and flaking ash. 
Spindly legs convulse across cool glass 
as they search for an eave to place 
a hexagonal portal 
for demon drones to enter this dimension. 

Born in window periphery, minute evil 
larvae deftly dart in and out of sun rays, 
unafraid of the heat, eyes blind to light, 
bodies made to penetrate 
all the dark cracks 
in the upper layers of an Earth 
they hope to curse.