Sweet, Dark Whispers

When there’s evil in the air
A presence foully scented
At first, you likely will not know
When anger is presented

For in the squirming twisted mind
Weakness is all hated
You can give more than your share
But, the greed is never sated

When whispers sweet come from the dark
And scrape a sinister chord
It may be, the time has now
To  use a mighty sword


Ken Goree