Darkness Lurks

In this hour I stand in fear,
My strengths have befallen me;
The lion's mouth I do hear.

Yet with each step, step rebound,
Come quick O' my victory;
Released, my visions resound.

Chattering O' evil wing,
Perched upon your heights so free;
Stand hence you, O' evil thing.

In midst of evil creatures,
Emotions cry out from me.

poem by Joseph Scott Morris
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