Smoldering In The Dark
Smoldering In The Dark
My muse set fire to my soul
With her Irish blood and scorpion sting
The darkness had no chance.
Skeletons huddled in the closet
Bones rattled as it burned to the ground
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
With fear, the demons scattered
Evil whispers echoed from the shadows
Begging for darkness to return.
No more smoldering in the dark
With The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
I called my demons out by name.
Copyright © Troy Snyder | Year Posted 2024
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