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Submitted:Oct 27, 2009    Reads: 137    Comments: 8    Likes: 5   



The Demon
From a wisp of smoke the figure rose
Its shape was vile indeed
A ghoulish creature formed in smoke
Now stood before my eyes
Its features filled with hate and lust
Its talons dripped with blood
What thing was this I cried aloud?
That blocked my narrow way
A creature of the Netherworld
Stalking halls of men
Seeking entry to each soul
Corrupting while it feasts
If anger, malice, hate or lust
Doth let this creature in
Then it will come and enter in
This creature doth devour
Red its eyes just filled with hate
Changing shape and form
Darkened shades of mockery
Revealing death's own soul
Linen shrouds in clouds of ice
Water drips while wraiths do shriek
Fearful shivers rack my soul
Fear in all I see
Hollow eyes show endless pain
Death doth walk with me
Evil stalking souls of men
Lost in black of night
I crouched in fear my bones did shake
As terror gripped my soul
Tears did flow and screams emit
Darkness covered all
Then a voice so sweet and soft
A woman's gentle song
Peace came down it filled my being
Love replaced the fear
'In faith and love your safety lies
Call out to God on high
His power then shall clear the way
His light shall guide you on'
Her voice had hardly sung a note
When night did turn to day
The vision passed I woke again
Was it only just a dream?





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