Soul Catcher

It was an evening ritual,

One that was surreal,

One that made her senses reel,

She was ready when her phone rang,

Strident and demanding, loudly it sang,

He whispered, “Answer it.  It’s just me,”

She did not want to recognize his voice,

But the second time he whispered,

She had no choice,

“Answer it.  Pick up your phone,

I won’t tell anyone you’re all alone,”

“Who is this?” she said loudly,

But he said nothing, for his power,

Would be gone that very hour,

If he let her control his name,

He continued with his game,

“Seduce someone if you will,

I’ll just watch and get my thrill,

I’m not flesh and blood like you,

But I enjoy all the things you do,”

At first it was a thought, then her dreams,

He tore her future apart, seam by seam,

At first the night life was fun and energizing,

Then all the pleasures became paralyzing,

They were like a stream,

Then a flood,

For she was not struggling,

Against flesh and blood,

He was constantly urging,

Discovering her weakness,

Dashing here, creeping there,

Brushing away a lock of hair,

Once she had seen through his disguise,

Seen his fiery, glaring eyes,

With her peripheral vision she knew,

He was watching her too,

“An illusion,” that’s all,

“There are no demons that tall,”

A figment of her imagination,

And thus it went, day in and day out,

In the evenings and dark of night,

He carefully kept her in his sight,

When she was relaxed with her guard down,

He was watching and waiting,

Not for her flesh that made her whole,

He was waiting to catch her soul.

For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.  Ephesians 6:12