Soul To Keep

This one came to me in a heartbeat. I was sat mulling over my creative process and wanting to post something new, when the first line arrived as if by telepathy from some where unknown. Anyway – I hope you like it, short though it is.

A feathered breath that wakes me
From this dark and dreadful sleep,
Where hands of cold and mouldy bones
Hold hard my soul to keep;
To drag me from my nightmare
With such a sweetened kiss,
My demons fail their wicked task
They cannot stand such bliss;
The rising dawn that greets me
With its sun that paints the air,
Cannot but pale when as I wake
Your eyes in light are there;
“Fear not my love”, you tell me
As my heart resumes its beat,
“I will not let the demons win
Your soul they’ll never keep”.

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