Lurking Demons

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In the fall-dressed forest
The beauty of death surrounds me,
The breath of my God, my Creator,
Blows around me and through me.

The demons rest for the moment,
The torment and darkness subside;
Yet, deep down I truly know
The mountaintop will be valley again.

The shades, they continue within,
They haunt me in torrents eternal.
The demon’s name has been revealed,
Its purpose no longer unknown.

Forgiveness is always at hand
To those who can swallow their pride,
But even then the demon lurks,
Waiting to drown even the forgiven saints.

“Your accuser, the devil, is on the prowl like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour” (1 Peter 5:8 NLT).

© 2017 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
Originally published on MyPoeticSide.com, January 17, 2017.