A stroll through nature’s paradise
an icy breeze in dead of night
full moon’s street lamp across the land
makes a steady stroll so bright
a sound so cold rushes by
night is broken by a fright.
The rustle of the autumn leaves
shaking like silver paper points
an eerie sound to endure
no time to repent or anoint
in flight swiftly through the woods
heart beating faster, straining joints.
A breath encroached on my neck
a groan called out to my fear
I run faster but can’t move
away from hells’ tormented pier
I taste it all, Satan’s deeds
as he whispers in my ear.
Leave me alone I call out
wheezing, gasping on the hoof
I say a prayer while in full flight
to the Mighty Lord above
deliver me from this evil
please send me down your love.
A brilliant white light appeared
a million stars on command
a hoard of angels stand their ground
numbered like the grains of sand
the devil and his advocates
lay down their defeated hand.
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