The Being of All Evil Things

Isabella Burns

On a cool stone, he sits and waits

His devilish wings spread open like gates

The being of all evil things

His troublesome power, like a King’s

He blinks his eyes open

And darts them around

It has been ages since this creature

Has come to town

Yet the gold is mined, and the planet is burned

We will not stop; leave no stone unturned

Polluting the planet for our own greed

His darkness has spread like a savage seed

Doom is all that we know

We say it had no choice but to grow

He cannot help but be pleased

For he is the being of all evil things

The creature is not the cause

We had the power to put the darkness on pause

Yet we let it grow, and we sowed it so

Because we all wish to have wings of our own