Raging Battle- A Poem
He's here lingering around
Hovering above in a cloud.
A feeling hard to describe
It is impossible to hide.
Forms of a man in a cloak,
A large overflowing black cloak
That smells of rotting flesh
It is an adrenaline rush.
To run but he is always there
The wind with in my hair
The cold chill down my spine
The light impossible to find.
He is here though I cannot see
I know for I cannot breathe.
He is the weight upon my shoulders
Holding me down forever.
The eternal fight of hell
Or may be it is death,
I cannot tell.
But he is here I know
I can sense it in my soul.
The hairs on my arms are on end
Coldness in the air again.
I cannot run, there is no where to go
He is here, he's here for my soul.
But I say a few words of hope, words to fight
I will not give up, no, not with out a fight.
He goes away for now, for the night.
But once death has his eyes on someone
He will return.
A battle is raging he can't have me
Not right now say
I'm not afraid.
I put on my armor of faith.
The sword of Michael in my hand
I take a stand.
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