Evil has many names and faces

Master of illusion is its claim to fame

Walks across heart strings with a talon grip

Envy and hate coat the open wounds

Absorbing pain and misery

Broken souls steadily flow to its chasm

Contentment comes when the last piece falls

Watching with a tilted head

Wanting what it can never feel

Cowering as it festers on boils of disdain

Plotting ways to destroy and control

Lashing out with needled fear

Penetrating light burns it decaying flesh

Blinded by its adversary’s fortified purity

Evils venom can not infect the delicate barrier

A shield infused with Love and Kindness

The only antidote against its plague of poison

Yield it as a weapon or succumb to the infection