Enticing Evil

On a warm summers day, 
The sun climbing up with the temperature so high,
I looked up at the white clouds from where I lay.
They were small and puffy, lazily floating by.
The beautiful warm breeze
Befriending my golding skin.
Sweetly slumber came upon me with ease.

Where I woke, the sun wasn’t high,
Screams in the distance were all that befriended my feelings of fear,
As darkly clouds descended so nigh.
Ominous thunder crackling loudly, as though just next to my ear
No colour was to be found anywhere,
And all I could see were jagged ranges along the edge of Earth,
Looming above all to show their power, they would never see any heir.

Even the air had a darkly denseness,
With twisted trees beseeching freedom from their fate.
Completely leafless, giving an eerie chill with their very presence.
Cold and lonely was I, fearing everything around me…all I felt was pure hate.
An aura of light welcomed me to this purgatory of gray,
And I saw colour prevail over the dark,
As a figure approached me from the darkness of a deadened day.

I want to ask it where I am, and why I’m here,
But all I can do is stand and gawk,
The warm light made me tremulous with fear,
For I found myself chained where I was by some feign lock.
I’d nothing, I was naked and defenseless
As it approached me, I tried to slink away, and was forced to where I stood
But then I realized it’s beauty and it’s offer of protection from this darkness.

The most beautiful thing I’d seen,
An angel draped with gold, and eyes full of grace,
I knew that she could take me from here with her golden wings. 
Fear to this was like fear to a loving face.
I took her hand, and was released from my purgatory,
I walked with her to a nearby tree, which she gave life,
But when I peered into her eyes, I saw none but pure iniquity.

They flowed with loathe,
And resonated pure malice.
Yet gazing into them, I thought I could just look past the woe.
She was beautiful, but I could feel her soul filling mine with such callous
I had to look away, before I became wicked as well.
She could make me immortal,
But I would not let myself fall into that hell.

She made me wish to have her,
Offering her hand, each of her fingers was an element of life…
I reached out to take it, then saw through it, viewing the true cur.
I fought my wishes all I could, and grappled for my knife.
Feeling the malice burn my cheeks red, 
I dropped it, knowing that to kill her would be succumbance.
Instead I turned away, leaving her for dead.

I could feel her thoughts,
Sense her will,
And I couldn’t turn a cheek to such lot.
Yet I knew to take her hand would be a shortcut to hell.
The only factor that lead me to do it was the smirk upon her face
As she saw my weakness, and watched me submit.
So I grabbed the knife back in my hands, and raised it above me with utmost grace.

I thought of all I’d lost as I brought it down,
I’d lost eternity, 
But I wouldn’t yield to evil only to drown!
As she softly fell to the Earth, the darkling clouds raised from me
And the world disintegrated about me.
I had prevailed, and so been returned to my light and safety.