The Guardian Of Fear

Cold fingers climb your spine yet from your mouth no speech.

Your heart explodes with rapid beat but help seems out of reach.

Don't deny that this is you, for I've seen it all before -

Chewing nails to the quick, back against the door.

One thing that you must understand, for your reckoning is near;

Throughout your life you must endure your own fair share of fear.

My job is not to complicate, though in some circles I am hated.

I've seen men being torn apart till their shaman was sated.

At the dawn of time my kind were here, working for one purpose.

You might call us accountants but it's a job we can't discuss

Your ancient world was a trial run, there were kinks to iron out.

 A blinking eye and an age flew by, as the great gods watched with doubt.

We were there at Noah's flood and turned Lot’s town insane.

At Caracol, hearts held aloft, as the donor died in pain.

Playing tricks with native minds while Romans conquered land,

I watched in silent triumph then and even played a hand.

Genghis Khan hired my kind to sweep across the land,

To enter dreams and bring forth screams to give him upper hand.

China's first great ruler and his dream to tame a land;

Ramses' use of poison darts and Custer’s last command.

The slaughter and the torture and wailing screams of pain

Can take its toll on even us - some have turned quite insane.

My view began to slowly change, its time I know not when.

I grew concerned at lives we'd changed and boys who'd not be men.

As Alexander's trusted aide, I held dark forces back.

And walked with Caesar down darkened halls, poised for an attack.

The Oracle at Delphi I consider my true friend.

I try to help out with her work to see each person's end.

Robert Bruce in a darkened cave with a spider spinning web;

I squeezed his shoulder on its last swing, and saw his dark doubt ebb.

Saving Templars was a tricky job - I watched that pope's last breath,

And shed some tears at ravaged Troy and raged at Joan's slow death.

There's two I need to tell you of, to indicate my view -

First Hitler and then Stalin, to show what I now do.

I haunted Hitler's twisted mind - his objections were inane.

I jumped inside, destroyed his pride and unleashed all my pain.

Stalin's death was lingering, if you do remember.

The pain I caused him was a taste of hell; his life's a now-cold ember.

My icy grip is always close but please regard me as a friend.

I'm only there so we can share life's fears so you'll transcend.

Personal Note:  When I wrote this poem, I had been experiencing a great deal of fear in my life. In order to come to terms with it, I made an attempt to personify it as an actual entity. It was written entirely for my own peace of mind but hopefully, you’ve enjoyed the result.

You may also enjoy listening to a few of my metaphysical thrillers, narrated by myself. Sorceress Of Silence and Angelic Sorcery .

Blessings And Light,

Bright Sorcerer 

If you would like to inquire about using my voice for your own project or my writing in general, please do not hesitate to contact me. I specialize in narrating  spiritually-based literature. bright_sorcerer@rogers.com