The cloud overcast, and with rain droplets
On the street of gallium valley
Silence in the atmosphere
Except the sound of a noisy boot worn by a priest
Walking swiftly down the wet lonely street
A little book in his hand
Wrapped around it
Is the hanging rosary
Swinging above the ground
With the expectation of something sinister have him surround
Looking behind all is clear
But a priest on a mission seem to fear
Reaching the end of a frightened journey
Begins a chapter of another story
Scream piercing through the walls of the antique building
Looking up to the broken window is the appearance of a child
Dressed in white looking down at the priest
Entering through the wooden gate, then like magic she is no more.
A rushing wind approaches
As the priest force himself through the door
Entering the house of wooden floor
Where the door slams behind, and a horse shoe fell to the ground.
An heart beat echoes through his ears
But courage for a priest without fear
The scream continued up the stairs
Coming from a little girl
With the changing tone of an old hog
Swiftly up the dusty steps the he ran
Bursting through a door of expected event
There’s a child with a raging force, surrounded with elders of seven
Incantation within the forceful creeps
Windows smashed to pieces a voice telling the child go to sleep
In Christ name leave this place
The priest command with a sinister force in a tangled state
Seven elders went up in smoke
A large mirror fell to the ground and broke
With Bloody red eyes the child spoke
A rushing wind surrounds their presence
Trembling forces and the house was shaken
How powerless thy faith, the child utters “you priest must be burn”
Take me not from this body, now is not your turn.
Objects fell and turn up sided down
Even crosses on the wall
Everywhere through the hall
Up to her face he held a cross
Leave this child at all cost
Lips frosted with spit dripping down to her cheek
Multiple voices with sparks of lightening illuminates all around
A rosary in the hand of the fainted priest all scattered to the ground
The priest have failed, but the child remains
Written By Fadrian .A. Bartley
