As the clock tolls three, I sense my fate.
I descend the creaky stair.
Upon my sofa Satan waits,
a wicked grin we share.
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With searing eyes as black as night,
his stare an empty hole.
I bury my fear and prepare to fight.
The price at stake, my soul.
And so we begin this verbal dance,
a delicate cunning waltz.
With confident wit, I take my stance
against his cruel assault.
The anger he craves I will not feed,
to nurture this golden calf.
Victory is not if I make him bleed,
but instead if I make him laugh.
The humor I wield, the biggest sword.
I defeat him blow after blow.
As he gasps for breath, I claim my reward.
With my tongue I have bested my foe.
With the Lord I walk, my spirits lift,
as rays of light shine down.
From painful days, a heavenly gift,
bestowed upon this clown.
© Troy White 2011
What a wonderfully written piece of truth! It is good to remember who our enemy is! Have just visited after a long absence from blogging and was delighted to find your blog, which I have linked to on mine and subscribed to. Don’t give up!
Thank you Wendy. I’m so glad you liked it. I appreciate you linking my blog. I will do the same for you!