Black Eyed Children

Seconds before the witches reign
darkness at it's best.
Since sleep eludes,and mocks in vain
I need not ever rest.
Who is this outside my door,
as knuckles tap the glass?
So early in this silent morn
My patience never lasts.
I grab the handle,open fast,
to see who this might be.
On my step,and dressed in black,
a child stands before me.
With his head turned toward the ground
he speaks in monotone.
"My mother's worried where I am now,
may I use your phone?"
As I start to say"okay"
he slowly lifts his head.
Flesh as pale as drying clay,
and eyes just like the dead.
The shivers scrape like razorblades,
my hands and feet grow cold.
I begin to move away.
he reaches,and grabs hold.
Now my wrist is in his grasp
his stare is locked on mine.
"I promise that I will be fast",
he says"it will be fine"
As he starts into my home
I feel the panic fade.
As if angelic forces rose,
and rushed right to my aid.
His jaw it dropped,his hand released,
he stumbled back in awe.
What I saw in him,he saw in me,
only now the fear was God.
This wouldn't be the last time
a demon wanted in.
I'd break my bones to form a cross,
with God you always win.