Cradled in the arms of night I slept With one eye open to catch the thread of dream That haunted me, with sudden motion leapt From the shadows of my undiscovered self To pounce upon my chest, its stranglehold A firm and ever-tightening noose of death. I fought and grasped those iron wrists, those hands So cold that threatened to annihilate The spark of soul and steal its cache of light. And as its grip intensified I knew, Within the way to overcome the Fiend. Attempting to invoke Her help I called But choking could not speak aloud Her name With one last breath exhausted I said, "MA". The steel-like fingers loosed their fatal hold And in the darkness quickly made retreat, The demon force ignoble in defeat. Since last he came the fleeting decades pass And now within this grateful house there dwells The Presence and a light that leads and guides.
Poems Undated (1727)
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