Ousting The Bastians Of Hell

Nearly gone
submerged forever
into an
abyss
of
anti-bliss

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

It seemed
it was over
forsaken,
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
snapping
at my heels

But as they
leaped
they tasted defeat

falling
into the abyss
from whence
they came.

by Brenda Finch

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