"God and Demons"

The wind no longer howls at my door,
It rattles my windows but not my core.
Neither does the wolf now howl at my door,
He knows not how to find me any more.

I'm half above ground and half below,
so they know not what to make of this woe,
and have to wonder:  is she half alive, no?
Then is she half dead, and how soon will she go?

The wolf and wind now let me sleep,
but the demons are more clever as they creep,
like smoke through a crack, in they sneak,
almost every night as soon as I sleep.

They seep into my dreams in the dark of night,
terrorizing nightmares until it's light,
when they back a little off and out of sight,
until once again it is late at night.

I avoid the battle as long as I can,
by not sleeping at all again and again,
but I can avoid it only so long and
eventually I sleep against my will...and
in come the demons, at least a thousand
to try to break me like a vise breaks a hand.

I have called in the big gun of God and prayer,
so they do not kill me and lay me bare,
at the mercy of the devil in hell's fiery lair,
and as we all know, Satan doesn't care
and has no mercy, or none he'll share,
so I pray and pray:  Please God please,
my soul and sanity will you spare?