(This was written when in my darkest moment of fear, Jie came.)
As the child of God rest her head,
The Devil stole her mind
And ransacked her imagination, and found
A fear derived from darkness;
A forsaken thought.
Oblivious to the world and he,
She dreamt of friends and fun.
The Devil then planted all that fear
Into her heart, so small
And watched her heart turn bleak.
Her happy dreams were drained
And replaced with so much worse;
Thoughts that made one crumble.
As the moon hung high,
The girl awoke from the nightmare of darkness.
The tears she shed were not in vain
For God had heard her cry.
He then sent down his best angel
To combat the despondency;
To drain the melancholy;
To restore colour and faith
In the dispirited child of God.
The angel came in slumbering linen,
Hemmed in silver and gold,
Wrapped to crystal hearts,
Enfolded the dearest of sisters
To free the enervated soul.
written at 1:15 PM