The Spike Poem Anthology

by Zephyr Spark

Talks with Evil

One day, evil spoke to me. It said lovely weather we’re having today.
I nodded and went about my work.
Another day, evil spoke to me. It said you know it’s all funny, isn’t it.
I ignored him and reshelved the books.
A third day, evil spoke to me. It said you really shouldn’t do this to yourself.
I glared at him and covered my ears.
A fourth day, evil spoke to me. It said wouldn’t you rather be free.
I shook my head and looked away.
A fifth day, evil spoke to me. It said I could give you your hearts desire.
I threw back his key and cried.
A sixth day, evil spoke to me. It said I’ll keep knocking as long as the door’s here.
I didn’t know what to do.

The seventh day, evil looked into my eyes. He became my eyes.
I closed them shut and never let him out.
Until I learned he and I
never spoke.

Comments

[Steadfast Hoof]

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[Ekhidna]

That was profound and dark. Me likes.

[Ekhidna]

That was profound and dark. Me likes.