Below is the poem entitled A Mighty King which was written by poet
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Last night In the black of the night
Demons came a pounding the gates
Encompassing the walls of my soul.
So, I quickly raised my flag up high
Inverted, and then hid there to wait
In the dungeons for the King's patrol!
In fear, I tried to swim the sewers
To sneak past them by way of the lake
But the disturbance there was great,
And they were camped by the moors
So then, quietly as a water snake
I retreated again to await my fate.
Sleep did in tarrying finally come
And with it sweet comforting escape
From the din of my demonic siege.
I awoke to the silence of enemy drums
And the stillness of my soul unraped
Giving silent thanks to my Liege.
And then while taking tally I went
By the placid still waters of my soul
And there I found a beautiful thing!
My loving Lord's familiar footprints
Where in battle He stood to control
The disturbance, I serve a mighty King!
Timothy I. Brumley