This poem uses an allegory of us being the sheep and the wolves being Satan and his angels |
Beware Of The Wolf Written By Serena Collins Down in the peaceful, content valley, the playful sheep rejoice in each other's company. But Behind the unknown hills and mountains, the wolves begin to howl savagely. They despise the sound of civil lambs having friendly conversations. They loath the lighthearted talk of the innocent creatures, as they merrily greet one another. So they begin their sickening cacophony and smirk with a vile smile and say, "What a pleasure it is to make blood curdle. What a delight it is to make skin crawl. What a joy it is to make hair stiffen! What an amusement it is to have a foul, filthy, blackened heart! A heart blacker than the blackest ashes, blacker than the dark of night. It is pure pleasure, to lead a sheep astray." So my friends, beware of the one who is like the wolf, who disguises himself as the treacherous forest by day, and the mysterious darkness by night. Beware of he who brings forth his appearance as a sheep, but beneath is a ravaging wolf. Be like the pure and innocent lamb. Do not follow the Prince Of Darkness, but pursue the King Of Light! |