The Fight by Kai-Anne Clews

“You have no idea what you’ve been given!” Hissed the demon as we fought. He tempted me with the foulest images – Toward things I ought think not. “Do you realize the power of a single angel, given to each human freely Not even for sharing, given to a wretch like you.” He smirked and did not fear me. He laughed so shrill and violently, Afraid I swayed upon my feet – The demon tormented and tortured me – With lies and smoke and heat – A bitter cold and soaking wet and Gigantic spiders appearing in my room – And foul and nasty monsters Telling me of certain doom. I held my ground and defended myself With the promises of scripture – Dealing not on my own account In dialog with the creature. How could we ever forget a foe so fearsome and so bold – Who lingers with us from conception till we’re very old – No gentle thought or hint of light can ever Soften the demons attack, but the boldness of Light keeps them at bay – and can push their boundary back. But they come so hot and fierce and fast. When they sense a soul might yet pass Through to salvation, and victory at last.