The Guardian and The Ghoul

 

Monday, March 25, 2019

Evil always wears a beautiful mask..............

Dark Magic Music

by Goetia

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The Guardian and the Ghoul

(a fairytale too true)

beneath the darkened moon

a black rose bloomed

and wolves began to howl

encroaching doom

and in the forest filled

with cold thick mist

the woman shivered

like she'd just been kissed

she'd lost her way

and couldn't find the path

but stumbled in when she thought

she'd heard a laugh

and so she had

but didn't know the source

and didn't know that laugh

had changed her course

for hidden there

'neath trees like a black cape

her fate awaited her

with no escape

she heard him breathing

ragged -like and slack

who's there? she called

but got no answer back

he watched her terror growing

by the minute

and smiled a smile

for he took pleasure in it

he saw her pale skin

glisten in the dark

he felt her blood go rushing

through her heart

he smelled the lilac

smell of her perfume

and breathed her in

impatient to consume

she didn't know the danger

waiting there

she didn't know the stranger

didn't care

she only knew her fear

had paralyzed

but not that she

was captured in his eyes

he watched her as she stumbled

in the trees

and slipped and fell

and tumbled to her knees

the moon was much too dark

to light her way

and the forest kept it's pact

to make her stay

they played with her

the man and the dark wood

the vines crept out to catch her

if they could

so many times, the forest

set a trap

to catch a pretty maiden

in it's lap

and held her there

until the man appeared

to save her but

became the thing she feared

and this one was no different

though more innocent than most

and so would be a delicious treat

to the forest and it's host

they watched her laugh in nervousness

and then they heard her cry

as she fought valiantly to find

a light up in the sky

and then on the ground the maiden sat

to think and catch her breath

she discerned how close she was to doom

to danger and to death

she prayed a prayer for guidance

she repented of her sins

she promised Jesus if rescue came

that she would make amends

and the vines withdrew their hold on her

and slunk back the way they came

and the forest turned it's head at that

for she had said the Name

and the man with lust within his eyes

cried out and groaned in pain

he knew the maiden would not be his

nor would she come again

for in an instance, bright light appeared

and pierced the gloom of night

and an angel came and gathered her

and took her from his sight

and just before light ebbed away

the angel turned to say

"you will not have this beloved one

so, ghoul, be on your way!"

so he crept into his cavern lair

and nursed his wounded pride

and curled into a ball of hurt

with no maiden by his side

and waited then for the next call

when the forest alerted him

that a maiden had wandered off the path

into the woods so dim

and he would watch her as she stumbled

and listen close to what she'd say

for if she did not say the Name

then she'd be his that day

the man, the ghoul, the evil one

in his lair of stones and sticks

always waiting for the lost

and up to his old tricks

he never changes, his tactics work

and always have, you see

how do I know this, you may ask

the maid who prayed that night was me

and so I tell my story

to all who'll hear my tale

so if you have the will to live

you'll hear and hear me well

the woods so dark, and the light so dim

detour the path that you are on

and if you never call the Name

you'll not find your way home

this world is full of creatures

that lie in wait for you

to take from you your breath and life

and discard you when they're through

don't stumble in the darkness

when there is light to shine

don't forget there is an angel watching

over you, friend, just like mine

he is waiting for the summons

to be sent from God above

to rescue you and help you through

and to prove to you you're loved

but the ghoul there in the forest waits

for he knows that few there be

that believe that angels wait to fly

to rescue foolish ones like me

and he rubs his hands, anticipating

as the clouds obscure the moon

as the wolves howl out their fearful songs

and the black roses start to bloom

he stands 'neath black trees like a cape

hidden from the eye

and he laughs his laugh to catch the ear

of the lost maiden passing by

shhh! the forest whispers out

as the ghoul sends forth his laugh

and the vines of sin begin to reel her in

from the safety of the path

and in his darkness, he devours

and casts her flesh away

and her spirit rises up to scream

but it can never run away

and the forest is filled with his victims

though he's long tired of their stale human taste

he will still carry on till the lost are all gone

while Heaven watches and mourns for the waste

so many angels sidelined

so many unemployed

that could be sent from Heaven

to rescue the devil's toys

for they can't come unless they're called

and they cannot rescue

the heirs of salvation to which they're assigned

God's own, like me and you

and the ghoul knows that

oh yes, he knows

and he lies to us

as he watches us grow

and he steals the faith 

out of our hearts

and steals our prayers

before we start

and he makes us believe

as we make our way home

that the dark evil forest

is where we belong

please listen to me now

the foolish, now schooled

if you don't call for the Guardian

you'll be devoured by the Ghoul.

the true face of the ghoul............

Darkness always runs from light.............

©by Voo

March 25, 2019

11:34 a.m.