Evil Abound

Evil abound in the dark night air,

The watcher is waiting,

As you feel it’s blood thirsty stare.

 

Sweat starts to form

On your brow and your cheek

As fear grabs your voice

So you can not even speak.

 

Icy fingers of terror

Run down your neck to your back,

As you nervously anticipate

The demons vicious attack

 

Palm to your chest

You feel your heart race

As the blood starts to slowly

Drain from your face

 

White as if paper

Ashen colored with fright

As you imagine the unbearably

Painful first bite

 

Fear in your heart

And tears in your eyes

As you try to be brave

And await its surprise

 

It steps from the shadows

And into full view

The hideous evil

That was waiting for you

 

But to your relief

Through your tears you now see,

It’s not evil or hateful

As you believed it to be

 

It stands in the light

Nonthreatening and at ease,

Not wanting to harm

But only to please.

 

The wings on its back

Are now spread wide and of white,

That shine with a pleasing

Soft gleaming light

 

Its features so beautiful

And wondrous to see,

Your fear and the terror

Are suddenly set free 

 

For this is not a creature

Of death, evil or hate,

But a loving blessed angel

From heavens front gate

 

In that moment it was clear

All your life you did waste

For fearing the unknown

And judging in haste 

Reviews

[Urbija goswami]

This poem is a very good one...I liked its simplicity yet complexity in meaning..truly sometimes what we see is not what it is

[Notapoet]

Thank you for the read and the kind words.