Bob Gray

Pennywise the king of lies has played me for a clown,
He slyly smiles and tells me to my face.
I’m unafraid for all I’ve paid in penance to the crown,
Surely should secure my soul a place.
Floating freely through a blackened empty icy sky,
Never knowing when or where to stop.
Rolling, reeling, lost within myself I sob and sigh,
Fading fast I plummet, down I drop.
Down through endless darkness to the bottom of the pit,
The beast awaits inside his stinking lair.
If there really is a hell I think that this just might be it,
All my deepest fears have been laid bare.
Tortured by my own horrific visions every night,
Screaming silently to no avail.
Powerless I cower stricken, paralyzed by fright,
Forced to follow my own bloody trail.
     But wait! Behold!
The dazzling light and warmth of truth and love,
My saving grace comes piercing through the dark.
Radiant and beautiful it beams from up above,
Warming me, rekindling the spark.
      Hark! Do you hear?
          We have nothing to fear!
Fear itself will be dispelled,
Hearts and minds all made to meld,
Demons all will be expelled,
Who hide inside our heart.
In darkness where the devil dwell’d,
Righteousness will be upheld,
Each immortal soul compelled,
To their upward journey start.
And if you stumble on the way,
In dead of night or light of day,
Tarry not or be forgotten,
Left for dead, wasted and rotten,
Murdered by the very demons you were born to slay.