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.