Keeping Them at Bay I see their ghostly figures whirling at the gate cunningly they await, on their hook is the bait of wallowing in deep despair. They taunt me continously and I am drawn to them unwillingly They shroud themselves in the imtimacy of knowing my deepest so they offer their blunt honesty of doom. But I must not let them in, I must fortify the gate, with love and hope and peace I must withstand this siege Their lies I must not believe. I pull on all I have within so that I can win this time. It must be in God's great design