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My Crazy Life: Last Night...

I feel that I need to make an introduction to the following two poems, to try and explain

to the reader why I recorded in rhyme these things, these two separate things that are

somehow connected. I saw each one again and again, over a period of time, when I

was no more than five or six years of age. The first one was so terrifying it almost

scared me to death. The second, by comparison, was so serene, so very blissful. It

was only yeas later, when I was an adult that I dared tell anyone about them, that I

dared say I had seen the devil and an angel…

Last Night (part one)

I heard a sound by my bedside last night,

I heard a lone sound, how I got such a fright.

Something passed by me deep in the night,

I heard a faint sound; did it want my poor life?

I made no sound; I was still, in such fright,

As I lay in bed in the deep of the night,

I could hear it close by, how I longed for the light.

What was this dark thing evading my sight?

An evil black form, a shadowy sight,

Began to rise slowly in front of my eyes.

As I lay in bed on my left-hand side,

This dark, wicked thing slowly rose into sight.

I could not move a muscle; I was frozen in fright,

As the dark frightful vision continued in height,

Till it’s malevolent eyes were almost in sight.

Only then did I close mine, despite the dark night.

I knew it was wicked, the devil personified,

That he wanted my sight, the light of my life.

If I kept my eyes closed, shut tight as the night.

I might just be spared the Grim Reaper’s cold scythe.

Finally, eventually, I opened my eyes,

Had he gone, departed - left my bedside?

But no! He was there (though lower again),

Starting beginning to rise over again.

How could I be free from this terrible beast,

That wanted my soul, my heart and my peace?

Perhaps, if this time my eyes remained firmly closed,

It might well just give up and go away home.

So as my eyes closed, again, in such fright,

As I prayed and hoped that I’d last out the night.

I could feel its Dark Presence so close by my brow,

But kept my eyes shut, it wouldn’t bother me now.

The darkness and danger passed from me that night,

Vanishing, returning away from my sight.

I rolled over, so comfy, lulled back into nod,

Till the next time it happens, it’s just me and my God.

(This really did happen…)

Last Night (part two)

I saw an angel by my bedside last night,

I saw a lone figure, oh what a fine sight.

As it passed close by me, deep in the night,

I saw a lone angel; she lit up my life.

I made not sound; I was still - not in fright,

As I lay in my bed, in the deep of the night,

I watched it close by me, how I longed for its light.

To be a part of this thing this wondrous sight.

The shining white form, the silvery sight,

Began to glide past me in front of my eyes.

As I lay in bed on my left-hand side,

This holiest of things flew on through the night.

I moved not a muscle; I was locked on the sight,

Of the bright, heavenly vision as it continued in flight,

It’s winged wonderful body passed on to my right.

Only then did I lie back, despite the divine light.

I knew it was good, from heaven come down,

Showing that we have not been left on our own.

And I kept my eyes on it I made not a sound.

As I watched the winged vision go round and around.

Finally, eventually, as I watched with my eyes,

It left, it departed, it was gone - how I cried.

But although it had gone I was now oh so wise,

A part of God’s plan for every adult and child

So remember each night when you set off to nod

That you are never alone, you are then closer to God

Where a heavenly presence watches over your rest

A wonderfully winged angel in a silvery dress

(This really did happen…)

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