by Toni L. A. Cross
Charles W. Martin
so smooth, so white
so still and pale
a survivor’s will
yet hauntingly frail
recalling now
that fateful night
doors forced open
brought a dreadful sight
cool dark breeze
swept right in
accompanied by
that desert djinn
no words were spoken
just a devilish grin
was on the face
of this evil djinn
innocent eyes caught
in his decaying gaze
hell was fully wrought
in that dreadful blaze
from man to beast
so went this ghoulish flame
twas my soul he sought
in his deadly game
I saw my path
just one way out
I risked his wrath
fought through my doubt
fell to my knees
and began to pray
an angel lord
please send my way
only in my dreams
could it be
I am saved by a child
a guileless babe of three
Read Between the Minds 