Best Fantasyevil Poems
"Er, What's up, Doc?"
the doorman will say
his partner snickering behind
as you pass by the open doors
into a hall of guitars and music posters
you peer into rooms with televisions
or children playing with battery powered toys
You here Sponge-bob laugh from across the way
until you stop in the smell of death and decay
scared? well of course you will be
but you try not to worry- you walk onward until
you get the feeling there is something horrible
behind the door ahead but you continue anyway
you stop at the door and you hear a plea:
"Please don't harm us... we just want peace"
your ears almost bleed as the roars of a beast sound
and you back away from the doors but it's too late
the door squeaks and you found the plea's fate...
The woman walks passed you terrified as well
you worry to yourself "this can't end well"
you look at the figure on this mighty throne
one made of satin, leather and gold
the creature you see is covered by black robes
covered in tribal symbols etched in sliver so bold
the creature stands and looks down upon you
you can only see the grin on his face
and the mood he is in (not so great)
he clearly needs a shave
his 5:00 shadow
is looking quite late (maybe 6:45)
his height is 20 feet at best
but he shrinks down to a reasonable length (6 feet)
he blinks one time as he fades into a mist
and then he re-takes his shape in front of you
he holds out his hand- the palest white you've ever seen
he says only one thing: "We can be enemies or we can be brothers"
he slowly uncovers his hood but you already know who it is----
his throne says in Greek:
"The River Styx and the Blood of a god
Swear on your life and love ones forsaken
Never say never even in the fairest fight
Believe what you see or your soul will be taken..."
You look across the large room and see a boy
sitting by the throne a computer on a desk next to him
he looks at you as if he knows who you are
and you suddenly realize who it is
you good ol' friend Red will a evil grin
you refocus back on the man's hand
you since an evil aura and a murder grand
You think that it's the Devil
but your heart tells you "no"
you understand that Hades runs this hellhole...
I'm the night that evil brings ,Im the wicked wind that sings .and the evil chill that stings .
I'm the freak .I am the little things . The twisted thoughts that warped you're mind .
I'm the suduction that made you blind , crushed you're skull and bent you're spine
You will not crawl away from me . Im the wicked trinity . you are one but I am three .
I'm the horror you feel and see . You'll run rabid to insanity ,
that I am and you will be .
james stevenson .