Russell Sivey Poet Italian Sonnet

Evil Basks

It’s a dimly lit, darkly entombed spot
Here sits a lone black weeping willow tree
Night encroached leaving nothing you can see
Its cold, nothing about this place is hot
Not a ray of light surrounds to get caught
Evil basks within the nooks quite empty
She sits, there on a stump she sits flatly
Devoid of emotion, hope isn’t brought

Expressionless she stands with great power
The tree bows right to her beck and call
She stands mighty and tall like a tower
Grove seems to be protected by a wall
All who happen to see her would cower
All she sees is hate, her soul crushes all

 * Left over Halloween poem, I forgot to post this, enjoy!

Russell Sivey

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Kash Poet January 8, 2014 at 8:27 PM Beautiful poem Russell.Enjoyed the read.Thanks for visiting my poem page.

Sara Kendrick January 8, 2014 at 2:23 PM You really turned out the Halloween works this year..I am wondering what can you do to top the ones written this year for next year..Thanks for stopping by..Sara

Demetrios Trifiatis January 8, 2014 at 2:20 PM A towering verse, impressive and inspiring! One might expect from a soul full of light as yours to emanate brighter wording!

Andrea Dietrich January 7, 2014 at 11:57 PM hey, another Halloween poem from you!! This one is quite dark, Russell. Did you ever hear that song from the 70" , Where Evil Grows? This made me think of it. A really cool song.