A Thousand Candles
In castle dark a priest strides forth within,
his only weapons ~ Bible and a cross.
His mission to destroy this Satan’s sin,
although forever he’d grieve from this loss.
This priest was guilty, his own sins he probes.
He’d formed a tryst with woman ~ at what cost?
His heart beat heavy underneath his robes,
and knew if Satan won God would be lost.
Within a coffin lay his lady fair ~
a countenance of innocence she wore.
‘Til eyes pierced forth with evil’s darkened glare,
and robes of white surrounded Satan’s whore.
So one by one he slowly lit the fires
and cast around himself a holy wall.
Yet still he quivered, fighting off desires
to let fair maiden live ~ God, end this call!
She rose and flew above the frightened Priest.
A look of sadness mixed with haughty hate
from dead black eyes a countenance released.
Her lust for blood grew, priest would meet his fate.
As Priest cast up God’s book to block her way,
in anger she flew forward with contempt.
A battle thus ensued; just one would stay…
through holy wall she broke on third attempt.
A tear ran down his face with silent grief.
Yet still, with strength, he raised his Bible high.
She tempted him just one more time, love’s thief
then flew with rage, this vampire would defy.
His Bible dropped aground and burst to flame.
His fear grabbed hold; temptation turned to war.
As Jesus wept, would evil win this game?
With one last cry for what was lost, he swore.
A power from God’s wrath burst forth to kill
his flower who’d turned into living dead.
Her body fell as petals, lying still…
he bowed and prayed; love’s words remained unsaid.
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