Sonnet # 143 Peace Poem by John A. Hancock

A battle won spirits hath renew'd
Coursing slyly thru my veins
Exlixers sought to numb the mind
From the on slot of wanton shame
I curse the demon whose subtle kiss
My body, heart, and soul way layed
Thwarted once ere a weakness found
When I a secret to kin relayed
I pray thee Lord allow them not
The shackles of addiction to ensnare
My will and power faith restored
Held at bay thru love and prayer
Let ethereal wings of freedom soar
That I may unfetted live in peace once more