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Curtain of day closes,

Onslaught begins afresh,

Familiar lies screeched,

Toxicity races through vessel,

Weakness exploited.

Defensive position taken,

Face to face,

Turning back not.

Desire to destroy rages,

Harming the innocent,

Alarmingly savory sweetness.

Voices with whispering tease,

Honey wanting to be tasted.

“Come on!” they seductively say.

“You know you want to,” they mock.

Rapidity of breath

Fists curl

Lips tighten

Past failures dance around,

Deceptively trying to equate the now.

Begging heaven for fortitude,

Strength given and received.

Sword sentinels of candle's light,

Surrounding, guarding the gemstone of

Great power and love.

Eye of the cross glows yellow,

Ready to fight.

Mist of holy epiphany water,

Now battles.

Healing droplets body armor wearing,

Demons retreat with anger,

Touch they cannot,

Pierce they dare not,

Powerless, they quiet in the distance.

Many lie with wounds of battle,

Knowing that it only gets worse....for them.

Victory smiles with the knowing.

One end there is to be.

Last page already written.

Hauntings which try with all its might,

Will never again be.

Pax tecum