Evil

Cloaked in shadows, dark and deep,
Silent stealth as footsteps creep
With measured pace prepared to leap
Upon an unsuspecting fool.

This evil, unprepared to wait,
Whose appetite cannot abate with
Meager morsels from a plate where
Conscience bears no mortal rule.

This evil with his cunning lies,
The hint of promise in his eyes,
A thousand ways to mesmerize,
Each whispered breath a wicked tool.

This evil, never changing course,
Who rides upon a painted horse
With sabre drawn of deadly force
With purpose cold and deftly cruel.

And who will rise to face this foe?
To challenge evil’s deadly blow and
Sound the chime so all may know that
Hope may yet survive the duel.