The demon walks in shadows,
where I dare not tread;
tugging at my shirt,
yanking me straight from my bed.
The high-pitched cackle follows me,
into my every room,
while faceless whispers daunt and tease,
wishing only for my doom.
The suffering and the lost
plead for help, lest they shall die,
yet, they shrink from guiding light
no matter how hard I do try.
The stench becomes unbearable,
as acrid fumes float in the air;
the feeling of the lonely soul,
almost too much for one to bear.
Take your play things, devil demon,
for they will not tempt me today;
return to your pit of darkness
for it is light that walks my way.
Shrink back into your shadows ,
loose that which belongs to me;
He is a child of heaven,
the price paid, so set him free.
Jesus died for his salvation,
His light shines inside of him;
I can feel it still, an ember,
even though now it is dim.
You cannot kill this holy light
no matter how hard you try;
you might as well just give up,
turn around, and say goodbye.
Go back into your shadows,
for the light, you cannot quench;
take your rotting flesh,
and your nasty, filthy stench.
His love is my mighty armour,
His light, my unbreakable shield;
you can’t win against it,
for never will I yield.
I forgive you all your wickedness,
which lets me stand in peace today;
know that I won’t drop my lights armour,
until the demon walks away.
© Leslie C Dobson
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