My Evil, My Dark

The shadow of Evil is cold and hard

Like the touch of Medusa's hand

It knows no mercy and yields no end

And hides like grains of sand

But there is one greater than any silhouette

Of evil from where you'd not think

He stays only still till the naked eye looks

Waiting silently upon his brink

My evil, My dark is nowhere near safe,

He seeks the freshest of blood

His heartless mind doth know no bounds

Nor is it a righteous flood

My evil, My dark is a person no man

Should ever have misfortune of knowing

A spirit so cold and hellishly blind

Just like the wind that is blowing

My evil, My dark waits silently ever

And friend, I give you this warning

Place no faith in hiding away

For he wakes up again in the morning.