Darkness Above
The Angel of Darkness
hovers close overhead;
I can feel his evil stare
like an impending dread.
Dark and foreboding
with fiery eyes,
that can pierce a weaker man's heart
and fill it with lies.
I feel the heat of his gaze
and smell the stench of his breath,
full of hatred and malevolence
and the promise of death.
He patiently waits
to claim my soul as his own,
and force me to pay homage
and bow to his throne.
An eternity of suffering
is promised to me,
if I weaken my defenses
and allow this to be.
But my heart is made pure
because I pray to the light,
and live a clean life
and try to do right.
To this wondrous light,
I give devotion and love,
and in return, I am protected
from the darkness above.
But sometimes the light can get hot
and burn like the sun,
and trying to be perfect
is sometimes not very fun.
So on those bright days
I let my veneration fade,
and seek out the darkness’ shadow
for just a little bit of shade.
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