An Angel In Disguise
and deep I went, to the master's pit,
a leech, a brand-fire, saw I lit, then
down among the throbbing roar, there
stood a spectre, drenched in gore
when challenged, did he rant and rave,
to find me in his abyss, his cave;
from whence he came I know not where,
for mine was but to answer, not enquire
then stripped I of his molten coat, in the
form of a goat, thinking was Beelzebub undone;
but to my great surprise, Apollyon it was,
in masterly disguise
and seeing me now, Gabriel, in full light, he thrust his fiery
sword to smite, the one God loves, (indeed tis me),
but I crushed his stink and broke off free
he turned and smite me yet again, the pain of death
drove me insane; but lost the blow, in this great fore,
I called on my father for strength, four score; and I the
"fallen angel", so to speak, plunged my sword into his beak
and when his black light came near no more, and threw his
poison to the floor, to fight so thus, and give no quarter, was
my want, his needful slaughter;
and now at twilights shimmering scar, of timid moonlight's
evil bar, the pit, when entered, carries no threat; for paid
brave Gabriel, Apollyon's debt.
Copyright © Peter Lewis Holmes | Year Posted 2015
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