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.”