Sleep deludes my eyes
Brain throbs incessantly
I can hear the silence talk
Behind my ears, endlessly
A dog howls in the distance
The owl hoots its presence
A firefly glows in the corner
Living incandescence
In this strange milieu
The fork tongued one speaks
Emerging from tombs of yore
My poor soul it seeks
I tremble in nameless fear
I know what lies in store
For He is present right here
Just outside my door
The cloven hooves clang
In the stillness of the night
He can smell my fear
He can sense my plight
He shall not take my soul
Down to Hades so deep
For i wont go without a fight
Its not time yet to sleep
I am ready to face Belial
That lewd and insolent God
Those volcanic eyes and talons
Now they scare me naught.