The Battle
A creaking sound
Enters the ear
Sounding like
The deepest fear
Shadows in the hallway
Ever step they take
Makes the old beat down house
Feel as if in an earthquake
The shadows approach
The door of the mind
Toying and playing
A pain of the worst kind
Only one has the power to defend
Those who these demons have mangled
Once the battle begins, victorious will be
That of the angel
Copyright © Michael Harris | Year Posted 2006
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