A Darkness That Waits

From a deep chasm of sorrow I write, and although shattered- silken is my pen; from this abyss my written words seek light, varnished words- I pen again and again. There is an evil that hates, a darkness that waits. With dawn comes the mockery and taunting, so vicarious to my fragile soul; horrid insults thrown forever haunting, yet, my written in blood sleek lines- still stole. There is an evil that hates, a darkness that waits. It is my impetus, my sweet ardor, I adorn, beautify- then garland drape; with spiritual strength I work harder, and carefully written feelings take shape. There is an evil that hates, a darkness that waits. I exult with pride- overjoyed with me, for I write for me and I have rapture; rejoicing in word opulence with glee, my "poetic pen"- no one can capture. There is an evil that hates, a darkness that waits. ____________________________ August 15, 2018 Poetry/Rhyme/A Darkness That Waits Copyright Protected, ID 18-1052-338-01 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. Written for the contest, Eight Word Challenge - 8 sponsor, John Hamilton First Place