Ousting The Bastians Of Hell

Poem By Brenda Finch

Nearly gone
submerged forever
into an

Almost grasped
by death's kiss
I struggled
to no avail

It seemed
it was over
lost forever

A Hand
reached through
the murk
of madness

It snatched me
right in time
for surely as hell
I was gonna die

The bastians of hell
growled, snarled
at my heels

But as they
they tasted defeat

into the abyss
from whence
they came.

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