Fathers

Darkness lays ahead. Intrigued, I foolishly walk in. The further I go, the more my senses disappear.

I cry out,"is anyone there?"

A deep ghastly voice replies,
"the darkest of fathers."
My eyes quickly widen in complete horror.
Foul curses are hailed toward the Name above all names.

My pounding heart beats violently.
My chest begins throbbing harshly.
My hands grab for my chest,
as I fall to the floor.
Gasping for air; I cry for help,
but I'm rendered speechless.
All sound escapes me.
My eyes plead for mercy.

With a glassy stare,
I lay upon the cold floor.
Starring up into deep darkness,
I find darkened amber eyes,
filled with such malice,
glaring back at me.

With a threatening declaration,
the father of lies declares,
"I am coming soon. You shall be mine."

Although, laying weak and weary upon the cold floor; still gasping, fighting for one last breath,
I muster a strenuous whisper,
"your hands shall never lay hold of my soul.
My soul lays in the hands of the Father of Life."