Savior

What looms beyond the trees—a monster black.

 

I see his visage clear, and hear its moan.

 

I wait to feel the claws upon my back,

 

Then wrap around my neck intent to choke.

 

No choice to run or fight—it’s soon too late.

 

The monster barrels near, I feel its breath.

 

No Hope remains. I am a slave to fate.

 

The end is near I know—a vicious death.

 

But then a welcome sight I see appear,

 

The Conqueror of Death who calls my name.

 

With weapons primed, he slays that beast of fear.

 

My chains, he breaks, and then I hear Him say,  

 

“No wraith, nor foe shall keep your life controlled.

For I already paid the price for souls.”

This poem is about: 
Me

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