29th November, 2015
I see you in the shadows oh Timeless Thing of worlds yet to be;
You call my name yet you are death disguised as ecstasy.
I see your cause; I smell your fear
Oh child of all this world holds dear.
Be gone I say, from my front door.
Disturb me not with tales of yore.
You think me fooled by what you speak;
Spinner of lies, your web is weak.
Be gone I say oh foul defiler
Leave this place oh harrowed crier.
Once more I take up sword and chalice
To work my will, to fight your malice.
Seek me not or you will find
My cords of love will surely bind.
Once more you’ll be a toothless terror.
Your reign of fear gone forever.
© Sandra Ann Beal
29th November, 2015


