Paul sips at his Coke and looks around the bar; people weave tapestries of motion around each other. He watches hearts on fire and hearts breaking. He watches lusts and loves and hatreds. He sees the hunters stalk the new savannah. And he too hunts.
He sees danger in every shadow, wary of movements all about him. Still the patrons weave around him, oblivious to the danger, only he sees…
His heart skips a beat and then pounds heavy, like a hammer trying to burst his brittle chest. He sees his quarry, the Beast sits and ensnares innocence within his silken web, his sensual trap.
Only the Almighty God can save this child and I am His chosen angel. I must make her see the evil that tries to engulf her within its poisoned mists.
I must act quickly and not falter.
Father in Heaven, do not forsake me.
© 1990 & 2006 Andrew M Boylan