“The Evil One” by John Leal


In the early morning mist,the dark shadows of the night creep away.
The night winds calm as the burning star rises.
Sticks cracking, leaves rustling.
Run before the star surprise.
In the early morning mist,the shadows of the dark creep away.
The early morning winds calm as the star rises.
Silence.
Now it lays itself to sleep.
Pray before It's lord to keep.
In the early morning mist,the dark of the night creeps away.
It lies awaiting for the end of day.
The night creatures it sleeps with.
Guarding. Watching. Keeping.

Hang 'em high noon, waiting for new moon.
Lost his family to a grateful beast.
Angry, nothing to do but fill his belly with yeast.
Waiting for new moon, Hang 'em high noon.
Lonely, spending his time with a worthless feast.
Angry grief, grieving hate.
Waiting for new moon to bait.
Fill his belly with yeast, nothing to do but, anger.
Hang' em high moon, waiting for noon.
He sits and waits for the beast of gratefulness.
Hateful grief, grieving anger.
Silence.

The dark shadows creep among us.
The burning star falls to six.
Guarding, watching, keeping no more the night creatures it slept with.
Leaves rustling, sticks cracking, witches cackling.
The burning star fades to blood to black.
Howling at the four winds of hell.
Silence.
Hang 'em high moon, waiting for bait of a worthless feast.
Dead memories come to life.

Howling with the four winds of Hell.
Blood shot sky, in death we dwell.
Sharpened razors pierced milk white flesh.
Her face, ash white pale.
Gift of life made, again, refreshed.
Moon lit eyes filled with goodbyes.
Her heart, so frail, her hands seize to shake.
Her lifeless eyes just staring.
The infernal slaughter she'd seen, no one would dream.
Filled with lies turned into cries.
She wept tears of heaven's blood.
Night cords humming, Death's heartbeat drumming.

Her body soon to be buried into a darkened cell.
Eyes watched her fall to six.
Who would know she would end like this.
Can't explain this feeling of Hell.

It came and went with the four winds.
That night it came with Death's wings.
To pierce her flesh and life to bring.

Her family can't see why.
With her eyes they cry.
Can't explain this feeling of death.
They wish they could bring her breath.
"In death we dwell" it whispers in a distance.

Lifefull memories die.
Leaves rustling. Silence.
Sticks cracking. Silence.
The dark shadows vanish.
Gray puffs of smoke hide the blood red moon.
A fire flash. Darkness.
Howling for the four winds of hell.
Two minus one equals one.

In the early morning mist,the dark shadows of the night creep away.
The night winds calm as the burning star rises.
In the early morning mist,the shadows of the dark creep away.
The early morning winds calm as the star rises.
Hang 'em high noon, waiting for new moon.
Lost his family to a grateful beast.
Silence.