The Rise of Evil
there were four of us sitting there
around the bonfire
when the night began
thunder from a storm that doesn't come
scratch what you see from the sky
sultry woodsy air
she hides in a hut or cave
our prey is stealthy and devilish
but our eyes are red when lit by fire
we are the last guardians
and we thought we were prepared...
laughter echoes in the shadows
and the first one of us falls fulminated
hands still squeezing ears
my father used to say:
first fear eliminates the weak
then weakens the brave
but to the persistent
he only strengthens
all these trees are mortal enemies
obey the spells of evil
lightning penetrates through the trunk
cracked the heart of the century-old tree
that killed the strongest of us
man who leaves a family that didn't love him
a part of all of us is like that
detached from its roots
loose in a sinful and vengeful world
looking for redemption
when it started to dawn we were two
he just looked at me and understood
his pained gaze towards the trees said it all
disintegrated in front of me
and flooded the grass floor with its dark blood
I didn't look back
I never look back
another idiot pride
of one who thinks he knows everything
with the knife in my hand I delivered blows and more blows
see daddy how strong i am
but you never told me
that strength does not overcome wisdom
I thought at least the sunlight would save me
but the sun came up indifferent as always
I think he laughed at my inglorious fight
and illuminated the iron spear that pierced my body
her eyes are beautiful
has a color of doom
she smiles as i die
she knows she will rule the world
now that there are no more guardians
maybe it's better this way
after so long suffocated by kindness
It seems the time has come for evil to thrive
Copyright © Marco Chies | Year Posted 2022
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