Battle with the Devil

[Jenna]

Left in the dark is
a solider.
She stands alone
on the battlefield.
Just a battle between
her and the devil.
She's losing.
His temptations
will be the death of her.
His deep, teasing voice
is the chains that drag her in.
The malicious laugh
makes her shake.
The cold, aggressive touch
makes her cry.
She's fighting hard.
Hasn't given up yet, but
she finds herself nearer each day

This is like my other poem The Devil's Chain. I hope you like it. Sigh! I will try to write for poems for you guys.