Best Imaginationevil Poems
Something wicked this way comes
Moving in the darkness thick
Evil dashing, coming quick!
I smell the stench of devil's dung
Something evil this way comes!
Something's wicked in the air
Tingling tickling at my toes
In the wind around it blows!
Quietly creeping everywhere
Something evil's in the air!
Something's wicked in my house
I feel it's lurking presence there
Talons, teeth, and demon's hair!
Quietly creeping like a mouse
Something evil's in my house!
Something's wicked in my room
In the shadows crouching cruel
Needing flesh to grind it's gruel!
To enter now would be my doom
Something evil's in my room!
Something's wicked drawing near
Grab the Bible and the cross
Show this vermin who's the boss!
The Lord will take away my fear
And quell the evil drawing near!
Timothy I. Brumley
Between the witching hour and saffron dawn,
When guileless hearts are peacefully asleep,
An evil prowls a wolf amidst the sheep,
With fangs as bloody daggers swithly drawn;
And erelong the warmth of blood shall spawn,
A frenzy thus unloosed from hellish keep,
While all the angels’ watch and soothly weep,
As souls are bled, until ungodly gone.
Awake I prithee, yon morrow blushes night;
While sun forestalls evil in its grave,
Prepare a holy arsenal to fight;
And double-glaze thine eyes with marbled sight;
Your dead, undead shall rise a vampires’ slave,
Then woe to hearts unsheathed eftsoons twilight.
My first fairytale
For Katie.
I believe it was Cinderella,
Or maybe was it Sleeping Beauty,
Perhaps Snow White.
Oh how excitement filled me!
Waiting for that sweet prince to come save that beautiful princess,
Wanting the evil witches to disappear!
Oh how I miss those school nights staying up past my bedtime reading the same story over and over again,
Hiding under my blanket fortress to hide from mom,
Keeping a flashlight in hand at all time during this quiet night.
Dreaming I was this beautiful,
To find my love as he rescued me from evil and disaster,
To kiss him under the full moon ona spring night.
My first fairytale was my last.
Form:
A cascade of blood
flowed down the steps,
but the swish of the sword
hadn’t finished yet
Cutting through sinew
bones and veins,
torturing men
faceless no-names
Dripping in blood
and bellowing in lust,
a man with no fear
low sight for the just
Pillaging villages
putting heads on spikes,
raging with evil
with hatred he strikes
Riding through deserts
with bones all around,
these are his leavings
on the roadside are found
A warning to others
don’t knock on this door,
or your head may end up
rolling the floor
Mounting his hellion
he rides the wind,
a horrible form
eyes shine with sin
This evil does travel
and may gallop through town,
bolt your doors
and keep your head down
All through the ages
this evil floods,
gushing through streets
as rivers of blood