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Evil abound in the dark night air,

the watcher is waiting,

as you feel it’s blood thirsty stare.

Sweat starts to form

on your brow and your cheek

as fear grabs your voice

so you can not even speak.

Icy fingers of terror

run down your neck to your back,

as you nervously anticipate

the demons vicious attack.

Palm to your chest

you feel your heart race

as the blood starts to slowly

drain from your face,

white as if paper

ashen colored with fright

as you imagine the unbearably

painful first bite.

Fear in your heart

and tears in your eyes

as you try to be brave

and await its surprise.

It steps from the shadows

and into full view

the hideous evil

that was waiting for you.

With the light you now see

a form and its shape,

wondering what’s in store

and wanting death over rape.

But to your relief

through tear filled eyes you now see,

it’s not evil or hateful

as you believed it to be.

It stands in the light

unthreatening and at ease,

not wanting to harm

but only to please.

The wings on its back

are now spread wide and of white,

that shine with a pleasing

soft gleaming light.

Its features so beautiful

and wondrous to see,

your fear and the terror

are suddenly set free.

For this is not a creature

of death, evil or hate,

but a loving blessed angel

from heavens front gate.

In that moment it was clear

all your life you did waste

for fearing the unknown

and judging in haste.