Recollections of terror in the night, thankfully not in recent times.

Visions in the dark of night

Hands that held my throat so tight

iron-like grip – terrible sight

Panic seized my heart


Demonic voices played in head

“Isn’t it time that you were dead ?”

Filled with such an awesome dread

Pierced by fiery dart


No relief could there be found

Nightly heard that awful sound

choking, in the dark surround

Waking with a start


Pounding heart, sweaty brow

Quaking body – feel it now

Playing mind games and somehow

Refusing to depart


Recurring nightmare didn’t cease

‘Til in prayer – I begged release

Turning to the Prince of Peace –

calm He did impart