Beware the Lurkers

For they, the lurkers in the dark,
come swiftly and quietly;
luring the souls of the innocent,
stealing the souls of the lost.

How quietly and invisibly they glide,
unbeknownst to men and women alike;
who have let down their guard,
who have opened their entryway.

Always hiding in the shadows,
blending into the darkness;
reaching out to snatch the unaware,
in an everlasting attempt to possess.

Yet, all hope is not lost,
for what is claimed is never truly lost;
the Light soars in rapidly, powerfully,
casting the lurkers aside.

For what is a man, or woman,
but a child of the Light;
claimed for the victory,
wrapped in the arms of the beloved.

Illuminated for the glorious day,
where lurkers reside no more;
drawn back into the brilliance of truth,
of wondrous peace and love.

Though the lurkers may try,
their final play is ever lost;
for even they, the lurkers,
find themselves yearning for the Light.

Stepping out of the shadows,
casting their wicked ways aside;
erasing, cleansing and purifying,
in the everlasting warmth of the Light.

Yes, beware the lurkers in the dark,
cast your light always their way;
so they may see the path laid out,
for you, for them, for the world.

© Leslie C Dobson

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