The Saviour Name

A dark phantasmagorist haunts our dreams

And urges us to stay our flight awhile

Cajoling with desires great and small

Pampers the little ego with its guile

Or fuels the demon energies of lust.

It enters as we stray in vital realms,

Prurient tape-loop of carnality

And often the struggling soul overwhelms.

Sink not spirit to that siren place

Heed not the voice alluring to befriend,

A stealthy treacherous song it sings to thee

And swiftly will contrive thy being's end.

Wake not subhuman entities from sleep

Who toy with man as in a children's game

Turn always to the light that in thee burns

Repeating all thy days the saviour Name.