Disfigured demon faces.

Ugly bat-like wings.

How could it come to be that these should be the things

To guard our sacred spaces

And hide our holy places?


And that is what fear is – a gargoyle, a voluntary evil,

A demon that makes us turn our back on what we truly feel,

A bat – a vampire, a remnant of the un-living, pain that’s yet to heal.


The longer that we turn away

From the monsters in our minds,

The firmer grows their grip

and the tighter grows the bind

on all that we hold dear.


Next time you see a demon

On the doorway of a church

Look inside your mind and find

The Devils favourite perch.


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