A Prayer of Thanksgiving to the Angels

In a dark and dusty room evil sat upon her head
Locking her into a parallel reality
Her mind was trapped,

There was a schism in her marriage
The devil put it there and she bit into it hard
Upon her lips was blood,

She was motionless and emotionless
Yet it occurred to her to beg God 
For movement and emotion,

Upon her right and upon her left
Was a breeze
She heard the voice of angels,

They lifted her from that dark place
Up through the ceiling 
And into a room with the exact same detailing,

But their was light and the room was clean
Her mind was set free
And she began to think of right things,

She found her husband and kissed him
With tears upon her lips
And she hushed the devil,

She was rescued from danger
By a tailor made love
And she prayed a prayer of thanksgiving.