An empty shell
A hollow void
A chasm deep
Deep inside …

You're alone my child,
Nothing reaches through.

“Good night, darling
You're all mine.
All resistance, is futile.”

"Your feeble mind is clay,
In my skillful hands,
Soon I'll have you,
Dancing to my rhymes."

Who will save the poor,
Innocent whose mind was taken?
None could reach him if they tried.

The devil laughed,
He was his wicked self.
The victim slumbered,
His strength was gone.

The stupor must be broken ...
It was his only hope
Defeat would leave us all
In desolation ...

A sudden cloud burst, a laboured stir.
A plaintive cry, could be heard.
Unrecognizable he rose,
Awakened from his deathly throes.

He was in a daze, his hair was all askew
The devil's power weakened still.
"I will grind you into dust!"

Fire blazed in him, revenge was on his mind,
Eyes clouded by a haze,
Still asleep, but free at last!

He was free …….