Deliver Us From Evil
By heinzs
Deliver Us From Evil 'Tis the dark of the moon and in this night the spirits dance - while mortals cower in fright. The Demon speaks - the spell is cast from their graves the souls emerge in great profusion joined at last. The gathering throngs as if in supplication to the Lord of Darkness who basks in their adulation. But one brave soul denies the evil will. Standing tall he spreads his hands - the scars upon them still. The Demon takes pause as the lone figure does rise a path clears before him amidst the multitude's cries. The glittering presence - the shimmering wraith - soothes the tormented and restores their faith. Once more defeated, Satan takes his bow - eternally to battle is his solemn vow. Quietly the host of spirits return to their respective rest while the guardian angel rises, once more He's passed the test. 4/18/2002 Written April 19th, 2002 © on Apr 19 2002 03:33 AM PST, Heinz Scheuenstuhl 0 • 13
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"Deliver Us From Evil..."