to ditch my God

and turn to theirs for love.

 

I run away and try to hide

but they see me from above.

 

they hover in the dark night sky

above me while i run

they shriek my name and chase me down

they belong to the evil one.

 

Their wings are black

their tails long

their ears pointed and shreud

 

Their eyes are dark

and cold as ice

their shrieking creates a feud.

 

Hundreds now are up above

circling the dark night sky.

Shrieking, plumetting down to me

I run, i scream, i cry.

 

They grab at me,

their tiny claws

are hooked and deadly sharp

 

They tear away at my coat,

 

i hear something. A harp.

 

The music is faint,

yet remains in my mind.

I have heard it once before.

 

The song grows stronger as the shrieking stops.

The world stands still for a moment.

 

The tune is of a harsher tone,

Spreading a chill throughout the air,

of darkness and despair.