The Lady with the Claws

 The Lady with the Claws

She lingers where the shadows creep,
A silent force that haunts my sleep.
With piercing eyes and wicked grin,
She calls me close, she draws me in.

Her voice, a whisper, laced with chains,
A melody of twisted pains.
She wants me weak, she wants me low,
To bend before her, kneel, and bow.

Her claws, they glint like sharpened steel,
A touch that wounds, a grip I feel.
She reaches out with fingers cold,
To steal my will, to take control.

She twists my thoughts, she bends my mind,
A cunning trap, a web designed.
Each word she speaks, a poisoned dart,
That burrows deep within my heart.

I see her laugh, I hear her call,
She waits for me to slip and fall.
To make me hers, to shape my fate,
To lock me in her cage of hate.

But am I wrong? Is she not real?
Or just a ghost my fears reveal?
If darkness tricks, if shadows lie,
Then let the truth not pass me by.

Yet if she's real, if this is true,
Then let Him see what I can't view.
Let Him rise and cast her far,
To break her spell, to end her scar.

O Mighty One, hear my plea,
Protect my soul, deliver me.
Let not her talons dig too deep,
Or drag me down where demons weep.

For light must rise, and dark must break,
No evil stands when dawn awakes.
So let her fade, let her be gone,
And shield my heart till hope is strong.

The scary lady haunts my mind,
Yet truth and light, I hope to find.