Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Nemesis - Stalked From My Youth

This poem depicts the spiritual entity that from my childhood, stalks me. I know him, he knows me, and the battle continues. I have one refuge, that of prayer. Wouldn't you pray after seeing that the enemies power is far greater than your own? 


Prowling, eyes alert, glowing red's the sign 

What stalks me, is a spiritual kind

All its attentions, frothing tongue a tell

With growls preaching, at me from hell

When it comes, the dark is its lair,

No matter where I go, it finds me there

Words of religion, it does completely despise

I'm never away, from those deep red eyes.

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