Bog in my soul.
By Channa
Enshrouded in a thick mistmy small hand form a fistan evil presence is shadowing mea colorless scenery I can seetree trunks with no lovelinessare laughing at my distressthey stretch their gnarly bodiesseeking to capture careless fairiesover my gown I trip and fallI see no one whom I can callAlone in this eerie placeI try to look for a familiar facemy gown soaked from my sweatclings to my body, covering it at bestUnspeakable horror is now upon meI feel the sulphur breath of my enemyI have to call on the giver of lightto rescue me from this spirit of nightthis bog is not a make believe landMy soul there, have fought many battleI am not alone, help is at handI'll call the King, He'll send His angelEvil is always present in this struggleyet the battle has been won long agoSo, if in the shadows of the nightI find myself engaged in a fightI need to remember that a Warrior will give me His invincible armor. Written October 14th, 2001 © on Oct 13 2001 04:22 PM PST 0 • 13
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"Enshrouded in a thick mistmy small hand form a fistan evil presence is shadowing mea colorless scenery I can seetree trunks with no lovelinessare laughing at my distressthey stretch their gnarly bodiesseeking to capture careless fairiesover my gown I trip and fallI see no one whom I can callAlone in this eerie placeI try to look for a familiar facemy gown soaked from my sweatclings to my body, covering it at bestUnspeakable horror is now upon meI feel the sulphur breath of my enemyI have to call on the giver of lightto rescue me from this spirit of nightthis bog is not a make believe landMy soul there, have fought many battleI am not alone, help is at handI'll call the King, He'll send His angelEvil is always present in this struggleyet the battle has been won long agoSo, if in the shadows of the nightI find myself engaged in a fightI need to remember that a Warrior will give me His invincible armor...."