Collection of Poems

Death Court

Devil you, who reigns the nights
what claims have you to me ?
Quick are you, to show your hand
your face I never see.
I've felt your breath upon my neck
I've heard you whisper lies.
Not once, would you answer me
when I cried, and asked you why.
You tempt the young, bend the strong
the weak, you lead them on.
Dancing slow, dancing fast,
until their breath is gone.
When it's I, you come courting
you'll see no victory.
Before you take your final step
Lord Jesus will set me free!