As Deep Darkness Its Rabid Cloak Around Me Spread

As Deep Darkness Its Rabid Cloak Around Me Spread As deep darkness its rabid cloak around me spread Dark shadows raced to their images thus display They that were so bleach white, those old skeletal dead Thought to play with me and have their damnable way Yet, my father had in fighting taught me so well My valiant heart had strength, vigor and valor too Yes, I had been cast into the devils unholy hell But this amateur lad, had some fine grand tricks new. No fighting soul can win if faith is not in its brave head. There in seething darkness, fear's breath began to blow Short greenish puffs that transformed into savage beasts With wicked claws and fierce red eyes that did so glow And their own gold table lay human head for their feast In the distant corner lay a long gold hilted sword In a quick flash it was mine in my eager hand Then newest beast spoke, come on I am growing bored Lets kill this old weak flesh and go ravage across his land. No fighting soul can win if faith is not in its brave head. With that I quickly lunged forward and off came its head And its huge body collapsed into a hairy mess Next the far lesser beasts for dear mercy each then plead And even the smaller ones their wicked sins confess Only beast left, a three headed snake with poison tails And I could easily hear its deep cast dark curses said All began with evil prayers beseeching dark lord of hell And next came the hateful cries of the murderous dead. No fighting soul can win if faith is not in its brave head. ......... Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme, dark Pary One, 9-12-2023