Piercing the darkness.

I can feel his evil gray eminence from not so far a distance now I am able to fully see the grotesque form of my enemy crouching like a gargoyle in the corner his eyes color of red hot amber he is motionless, studying me his prey I am sure to be he has come to claim my soul years of sins has taken their toll a single prayers I cannot utter still...I must fight and not surrender. The flapping of his leathering wings send a frozen chill to my inner being but I know that my mind to him is not yet bind An unspeakable terror has seize me I cannot give in  to the enemy with a last effort in my part to the King, I now give my heart Another presence is drawing nigh with a radiant light from on high swords appear out of nowhere thundering clashes fills the air a bright angel and a dark one spar the bright one calls on the Morning Star to bring healing in His wing for me, a mere human being. My mortal foe is defeated thick gray smoke has dissipated the angel wings bellow over me envelopping me, forming a healing canopy His words in my soul are etched I'm no longer a sinner, a wretch all my past has been forgiven when to the King, my heart was given.Idea for this piece, was taken from the book "This present darkness", writer Frank Perretti. Written July 10th, 2000 © on Nov 14 2001 01:19 AM PST   0 • 13