An Evil Lies Here

The sun was almost fading,

A wind most assuredly aiding,

In the invading night.

Eyes could not believe,

Nor could they conceive,

The awakening of death’s delight.

He kept away,

Always told, or kept at bay.

But not tonight.

Nay, on this night,

This hallowed eve,

He would achieve,

Deceive,

Leave bereft, and give no reprieve.

He had yet until midnight,

And then his leash would be unbound,

Causing others to gasp, and be confound.

There would be no rebound.

The taste of fresh blood, and souls,

Was truly his only goal.

-NR