His being as black as coal,
a mist or fog, that hovers in the air,
A shadow man, with no face or hair
his very presence thickens the air,
darkening not only the room, but
also this human atmosphere,
Clinging to my rosary, falling in prayer
I speak those words, like foggy fingers
I find my voice has gone,
Scream I cannot, speak as I try but
this devilish abomination stole my very
words and voice.
There a smile on a faceless hairless
Shadow, as if victory was at his grasp,
NO! the voice echoed like a roaring
thunder,
Father I pray, take this devil from
me, let the devil be gone from my
mind, shall evil choke on its own
tongue.
Light shines burning holes in the
shadowy night, as the misty shadow man
has gone. Warmth of the light and sun, I cry
freedom from evil, even for a
moment I be spared from the claws
of Satan,
and shielded by the wings of my father
praise be my god, to keep the shadows
away from me.
The shadow man with sharp
shiny teeth, remains as a memory
a warning that not all are who they
claim to be, malice and hate
often lies in the most beautiful of beings
like wolves in sheep clothing,
God defeated the shadow man
of my dreams.