Prowler: the doorways of evil

Spiritual warfare

Waking from my slumber.
I try to rise from sleep-
There’s a presence in this place
Where light and darkness meet

There’s a shadow in the corner
An ambience of darker shade
A hole in the dark night
Where this shadow sways

The faint hint of sulfur
Or Jasmin wafts the air
Disoriented I feel it
A strange kind of despair

With a shaken soul-
A prayer upon my lips
I turn on the light of Jesus
Shadows scream and hiss

I jump with a start
And stare upon the wall
The ancient dreamcatcher sits
In my friends great hall

There is nothing new
In the modern age
Whatever form it takes
The occult waxes great

Watch out for these prowlers
Guides are not your friend
They serve the dark system
Which grows before the end