Fighting Evil

Evil looked to stare me down Wanting me to come around For wrong should be understood Looking to bring me down if it could The red eyes were seen on blackened skies Wanting it to be its only disguise As it whispered such evil thoughts Pulling at me as it ought I saw what it meant for me Thrown in hell so easily But it couldn’t do the deed Sitting back looking for an evil breed As it came through the veil Slowly now so it could prevail Original sin is as it was sought For all its posturing came to nought For the struggle still is the thing To fight it now and a righteous sing For good to triumph over evil spread To search to find where evil is bred Stand up now and heed the call Rally against evil not enthralled To fight the fight is recognised Against an evil foe now recognised. © Paul Warren Poetry