he stalks me in the night,
It is then he takes on the strangest shapes.
In the brightest light of day I know him,
Despite his ability to seemingly multiply,
And his successful attempts of finding darkness.
Although I know him to be harmless,
he is used as a vessel to conjure up my greatest fears.
As I try to ignore him,
I find the seeds of evil & doubt already sown.
It appears that I am too late,
With only a passing glance I have allowed him to take over,
I continue to fight
Becoming more & more restless,
The images worsen,
he will not let go.
Finally, ashamedly I remember,
He is my strength & my comfort
With Him I shall not fear,
And Satans evil puppet
Returns to a shadow lying near.
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