Whispers from the Wardrobe

The distant sound of traffic became more frequent as the clock struck 4am. One hour more and Dawn would turn over Night. Another move in the ancient feud between dark and light.

He lay beneath the sheets in search of sleep. The way to Slumber's dreams is in the dark, but by morning it's path is forgotten, not for memory to keep.

Whispers filled His ears. Whispers from the wardrobe. All children know that demons reside there. In darkness it stores both possessions and fears.

Evil knows that weary minds will easily trust. And in the dark there is not much else to do, but listen. So, their voices secretly reminded Him to covet and lust.

Angels stood nearby. If He would have asked His Father that night for silence from within, surely there would have been a great battle unheard. For the value of His soul was not forgotten in other realms beyond the sky.

But He had not spoken to His Father for some time. And who could speak now, for the whispers grew louder with each rhyme. Demons in His wardrobe reminded Him of His shame. And in their presence His thoughts remained the same.

Slumber's dreams waited for rest as Dawn wrestled Night. And angels stood nearby and listened to the whispers of their enemies. One small prayer and they would fight. Instead, halos bowed low as He stared in the dark and whispered back His most sinful memories.