A dark phantasmagorist haunts our dreams And urges us to stay our flight awhile Cajoling with desires great and small Pampers the little ego with its guile
Or fuels the demon energies of lust. It enters as we stray in vital realms, Prurient tape-loop of carnality And often the struggling soul overwhelms.
Sink not spirit to that siren place Heed not the voice alluring to befriend, A stealthy treacherous song it sings to thee And swiftly will contrive thy being's end.
Wake not subhuman entities from sleep Who toy with man as in a children's game Turn always to the light that in thee burns Repeating all thy days the saviour Name.
Poems Undated (1727)
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