Evil Abound
Evil abound in the dark night air,
The watcher is waiting,
As you feel it’s blood thirsty stare.
Sweat starts to form
On your brow and your cheek
As fear grabs your voice
So you can not even speak.
Icy fingers of terror
Run down your neck to your back,
As you nervously anticipate
The demons vicious attack
Palm to your chest
You feel your heart race
As the blood starts to slowly
Drain from your face,
White as if paper
Ashen colored with fright
As you imagine the unbearably
Painful first bite
Fear in your heart
And tears in your eyes
As you try to be brave
And await its surprise
It steps from the shadows
And into full view
The hideous evil
That was waiting for you
With the light you now see
A form and its shape,
Wondering what’s in store
And wanting death over rape
But to your relief
Through tear filled eyes you now see,
It’s not evil or hateful
As you believed it to be
It stands in the light
Unthreatening and at ease,
Not wanting to harm
But only to please.
The wings on its back
Are now spread wide and of white,
That shine with a pleasing
Soft gleaming light
Its features so beautiful
And wondrous to see,
Your fear and the terror
Are suddenly set free
For this is not a creature
Of death, evil or hate,
But a loving blessed angel
From heavens front gate
In that moment it was clear
All your life you did waste
For fearing the unknown
And judging in haste
Copyright © Thomas King | Year Posted 2014
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