Satan's Sunrise: a Frank Atanacio Challenge
This is my second contribution of a verse for the poem Spirits Sat as Mourners
by Frank Atanacio for his April Poetry Month challenge.
A few of the other hubs in this challenge
The Verse I am Following on From.
Dominion of Darkness
Is the hour
For the servants of sin
Have come out among them
For death is his wage
Struggles does he
In that unseen realm
Where spiritual forces of evil dwell
She welcomes him only to reveal
Eternity awaits in unspeakable Hell!
- by Faith Reaper
Explanation of this verse.
I wanted to continue the theme of the struggle between good and evil, or angels and demons for the soul of the deceased. Shyron introduced April as the soul being fought over, so I am also keeping that in my verse.
As the darkness slowly ebbed
The demons howled in pain,
April's spirit hovered
Above the coffin where she'd lain.
The preacher summoned angels
As the sun began to rise,
But Satan tightened fast his grip
To hold on to his prize.
Heaven vs Hell,
At the church's ringing bell.
- by John Hansen