Scare Tactics

As wolves in sheep's clothing they hunger,
Always present but never certain.
Doubt is their weapon of choice
And cunning their mask.
Moving steathily in unseen strides,
They caress the line of darkness and light.
Just beyond visible safety,
What goes on in the secrets of shadows?
Closer now their presence is assured,
But elusive and terrifyingly deadly
Like nightmares and dreams with no ending.
What evil is at play with our souls?

And all at once a fatal blow lands.
There will be no sanctuary from
The pain of this decay.
Nothing can offer relief
or serenity or respite
From this entire system of murderous men.
We are suspended in this mortal
World with blindfolds and hatred.

But as always,
There is a hero of the day,
Always present but never certain.
Faith is his quiet intensity,
And innocence his remedy.
Courageously standing for principles,
He guards the line of dark and light.
As an illuminator of righteous fire,
Who knows the mind of a love infused angel?
Closer now his presence is as hope,
Full of promise and assured expectation.
Like love and life without ending,
What evils can ever harm us now?