Is This My
Night of a Thousand Terrors?
I sit peering into blackness,
outside the flicker of the dying fire.
I can hear their pantings and see their movements.
The tongues of fire flash in their unblinking eyes.
The smell of wild dog lays heavy in the air.
Growling and howling,
even attacking each other
they hunger for fresh warm blood.
There is somehow an evil beauty in these skulking hungry hounds.
Their long sharp yellow canines glisten in the froth.
They sing a haunting sorrowful song with oft repeated phrases.
Are they lulling me to false security and maybe even sleep?
My blood runs cold while shivers grip my soul.
He is LORD, they howl!
He died for us, they seeth!.
Our God is man and died for you!
and is alive again,
they hiss.
My God protect my life this darkened night
from these who seek my life.
These vengeful beasts will tire not
but You will guard my flank
NOW
give me might against this pack of filthy dogs.
Victory is yours My Mighty One
Though these now prove to be our dreadfully evil foe,
Your will be done.
by YeriYah © 7-10-2003