Death Stalker Poem by mark anthony st. rose

She betrayed death that night,
she stole his relentless force,
deflecting it with her soul of strength,
embolstered by a recently found faith,
and with that experience emboldened even more.
Now like a statued goddess she stood,
injured yet not fallen,
the world now seemed her shrine
deepened in her
prayer and contemplation,
as she comes ever closer to God
-the Infinite.



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