This is my Friday Frights for DarkMediaCity this week. The theme is Internet Connection to Hell. I dedicate this to my very good friend Lori Lewis. There are two saintly women mentioned in this poem. She is one of them. I am fortunate indeed to have her as a friend.
Library To Hell
The keys that Lisa taps are skewed,
with moans and groans from darkness crude.
Undead and dead alike do cry,
And on computer screen do sigh.
Those portals into Hell have come,
And seek an entry into some
Of those connections from the net
That this poor lass should not have met.
No matter much how hard she tries,
The evil ones don’t stop their cries.
In spite of effort on her part,
Satanic creatures round her dart.
Into the air above her head,
They call to others who are dead.
For now that entry has been gained,
Poor Lisa now will be arraigned.
The court of Lucifer will now
Refute sweet lad’s sacred vow
To never buckle in to sin
Or join in with His evil kin.
But evil is as evil does
And Lucifer his will he shoves
In to the mind of one so pure,
And yet does Lisa find a cure.
All within the walls abiding,
Darkness ever more residing,
Pandora’s box of evils bound
Unleashed upon the air around.
But that which creeps in to her mind,
Intends to take the sin and bind
The horrors lurking deep within
computer’s internet chagrin.
Against the force of Satan’s might,
She battles on to change the plight.
Not wanting portal here to stay,
And knowing how to put at bay.
Her magic fingers find a place
That’s full of Holiness and Grace.
“Take this, demonic entity,
your evil ones will send a plea.”
A face of good from screen does show,
Her love to all she did bestow.
It mattered not how life had fared,
‘twas only hope and peace she shared.
The precious Lady from torn streets,
Toiled many years to show them feats
of all that love can shower down
on God’s sweet children from His crown.
Lucifer does fret and worry.
Evil monsters now will bury
So much evil they once had sworn
To bring forth on horrific morn.
Mother Teresa’s saintly face
Will keep the Devil in His place.
So He and all his evil kin,
Retreat in to stored garbage bin.
And Lori now will hit delete,
To keep old Satan in retreat.
No more will He come mess with her,
For on his butt she is a burr.
One saintly woman has passed on
Her love to Lori, though she’s gone.
And Lori wears her mantle well,
Ready to fight ‘gainst evil’s bell.