Riddle
I am a distorted disturbance in the dark.
Generated by my victim, I forsake it.
I leave it to be ruled by its own darkness.
Avid of power, I wreck havoc from hell.
I am a fog cloud that alters the brain;
I flick the switch from fact to fiction.
I attack with full force, abandoning all good.
As a shape shifter, I slither my way through slumber.
I embody evil, eager to destroy minds.
With a swoosh, I smother the thought creator.
What is it that you think I am?
Copyright © Maura Webb | Year Posted 2015
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