The Evil Within The Soul.

A poem about a evil creature bound by magic, whose soul is being drained by the magic, which is pure evil.

The night grows on,

as I sit here in one place.

Bound by the magic of centuries.

Never can I leave this state.

The night creeps up, the shadows come,

they eat at me,

day by day my soul slips away.

Till before I know it,

the only one that I knew

put me here, to take me away,

he put me here to take that part of me.

The evil of my soul is wanted, 

every day he takes it.

Slowly, painfully.

the shadows fight for it

the night wants it.

Never can they take it,

never will they take it.

He cannot control me,

he cannot control what I am truly.

At night I change, 

but cannot run, cannot leave.

My soul grows dim,

never can it be restored, 

never can it be made new.

The pure evil fades away

I cannot hold on.

I cannot stay whole,

I have fallen apart.

From the inside out,

I shall never breath

Not once again.

Author's Note

Please help me with my poems in general, grammar and what not.

Reviews

[Lizzie Mitchell]

I love the concept,It's chilling and creepy
I was a little confused by what actually happened without reading the explanation in the beginning
That adds a nice mystifying element
but as a critique, I might add more details to help the reader feel it

[Ilerah]

Thank you for the tips and the up building comments.

[Zac]

You did a great job with this poem

[Rachel]

Very well written and creepy poem!

[Ilerah]

Thank you!

[Riley Justine]

Okay, just for the record, I did not know you could write like that! This poem is better than some of the ones I've written!

[Ilerah]

Why thank you.