Three Hours

Take me away

To somewhere below hell

Where I can look up

And tell the devil I’m lower than him

He is not the ground floor

The elevator hitting 66

Missing a six because

He is missing a screw

Does not stop there

No, I am at level thirteen

I can rise above

The stairs are not too long.

I’ll raise up to 40

Forty days and forty


It will take to rise above

The evil he brings

I am good now

My evil has been

washed away

I know I am not wrong

I am alive

I still breathe

I’m coming above the surface

Where fire can not survive

I am the one who survived

40 trumps 66 missing the six to

99 missing the one on it’s head

The devil will not drag me

No, not tonight

Tonight, I am a hero

Even if just for the next three hours

It’ll be be three hours I will never forget


Should Have Prayed

Before I was too old

Should’ve been asleep

My blood turned to frosty cold

Didn’t ask my soul to keep


Praying before bed

Is not something that I do

I think of what the Bible said

How I will be renewed


Then the whole room turned to black

Except for a single face

Red with horns on his ugly mask

That turned out not to be fake


He told me where I would be left

Down beneath the soil

Where fire burned like dragon’s breath

Water hot enough to boil


If I didn’t follow him there

He’d have me carried below

By the fallen angel who would take care

Of throwing me down low


I tried, oh God, I tried

Prayed up above to set me free

Apparently in hell nobody cries

The first would not be me


Then my eyes finally returned

The fog cleared from my head.

I had no marks from being burned

The devil freed me back to bed


I ran faster than my ruminating fears

Crying with pain in eyes

They asked me about  why I had tears

I told them it was my time


Told them all about the red

And big horns sticking out

Evil grin and what he said

How he took me so far down


I  couldn’t stop from freaking out

Until they said I was wrong

They listened to each of my shouts

They hugged until I calmed


As a little girl I was scared

That’s not normal for me to think

They told me they found nothing there

It was only a  scary dream


I know it wasn’t in my head

Not an image in my sleep

It wasn’t a late night thought in bed

I know he had talked to me


Maybe that’s why I am who I’ve been

First sign of losing touch

I’ve lost it several times since then

But not nearly this much


The older I get, the more I see

My brain doing flips

How common this happens to me

My mind playing its tricks


Fear will never hold me back

And if the devil decides

He wants to threaten to attack

The victory will be mine