Fear And Bones Poem by T.C. Bradford

Hellfire flashes as demons laugh.
Dark, viscous venom cutting rivers in their chins.
Nails flaying, shredding skin. Sinners wail into the night.
The demon taunts me, 'God is calling! '

Hell's nightmare follows me, toying, teasing me.
Insanity closes in with every tick of time's passage.
Glowing embers … eyes searching,
hunting me in the inky black of Gethsemane's garden.

Hell's demons sniff and snarl, feeding on my fear.
The reek of decaying flesh permeates the air.
Shrieking into the dark, I run.
'God, save me from this! '
The stench of death following enfolds me.

Mortal fear feeds Satan's addiction.
When fear fades, bones crunch and Satan smiles.
Snapping teeth and jagged claws shred sinew and slice muscle,
'Why hast thou forsaken me? '
My blood heavy on his belly, sated, his eyelids droop.

The demon slumbers. And I? I rise to save the world.