Shadow
Dragon - A Poem About Evil
© Copyright
by Sloane Jensen 2007
The
silver moon is full,
the
far-off stars are bright,
yet
deep is the darkness
of
this silent night.
Dark
clouds suddenly form,
hiding
all the light.
Sinister
shadows fall,
obscuring
all from sight.
Then,
cloaked in blackness,
something
evil comes fourth.
As
heartless as a stone,
and
as cold as the north.
It
rises into the sky
on
great silent wings,
gone
to spread fear and death
among
all helpless beings.
Its
true form can't be seen
by
any human eye.
Except
maybe in the end,
when
it is time for us to die.
It
has always been with us,
ever
since the day of the Fall.
Lurking
within the shadows,
seeking
to claim us all.
It
is continuously watching us,
and
our darkest desires it learns.
Sharing
with us its agony,
because
its soul forever burns.
The
shadow dragon is just one
of
its many twisted forms.
It
can be a devil too,
with
razor-sharp black horns.
Its
name is legion
and
it has many faces.
It
schemes and plains
in
all dark places.
It
hungers longing
after
human life.
It
smiles gleefully
at
human strife.
It
lurks deep within
every
human heart.
Waiting
for the chance
to
tear our souls apart.
Its
own ugly heart is full
of
greed, spite, and hate.
It
wants to take us with it,
and
all together share its fate.
If
it weren't for the love, bravery,
and
kindness we try to show every day,
it
would have long ago put our world
under
its cruel and brutal sway.
Some
of us will pray and fight,
turning
our hearts again toward the Light ,
when
the dread shadow dragon comes
silently
out of our soul's dark night.
But
some of us will bow before this Beast,
and
sit with him at his unholy feast.
Raising
blood-filled glasses with a grin,
to
toast a world of madness, chaos, and sin.
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