The Chosen Child Poem by Kim Schilling

Blood courses through her veins
As Satan spreads His vast wings,
Huddling His offspring together.
He wants this child like no other;
Chosen from the many observers –
Innocent, unknowing, fearful.

Curtains fall around the dimmed stage
The bloodied chalice raised in honor of Him.
Strong hands pass over her paralyzed body.
Hear their words and see their insipid faces –
And be taken to another realm of darkness.
Fear it is here she is left to die alone in agony.

Dull chanting off in the distance whirrs on.
Crumbling leaves beneath scurrying little feet
Speaks to her of comfort and life in another world –
He has left her here for now, bathing in His evil.
Taking flight into the ghostly shadows beyond,
Leaving her soiled spirit trailing in the cool mist.


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