Poem: Fear

Fear

I shall tell you of a story
Of death, blood and devils glory
This thing I speak of may be true
By telling I’m condemning you
But listen still if you please
For I lay on you a foolish gees
That if you tell others ask them this
Will they take the chance? That she will miss

It sleeps in shadow, its eyes glow red
Its spirit wanders, its half dead
And then again it will think
If one with life crosses its brink
It will lash with tendrils of a kind
And steal that unwary persons mind

Some say it died long ago
I say it’s in-between, to and fro
It has no shape, ’sound or mind
It thinks through others of our kind
It lives to kill and nothing more
I should have told you this before
That me and her walk hand in hand
Together destroying man and land

I have brought her to this place
So that you will come face to face
She is here, she has come
That is it the deed is done