Evil Empowered

A twitch, a pulse,
like fire on ice,
a surge suffice,
power through veins,
a flood during rains,
flowing free tears of god
as evil reigns.

Villains coming alive,
drinking drops of darkness,
tasting fear with a crooked smile,
the feared now frown,
drops of sweat on their forehead,
like jewels in a crown.

Darkness to come,
storm brews with clouds alive,
the sky a purple blue,
as the wind turns to a shrill,
like an untamed shrew.

Shining eyes of a tiger,
a screaming banshee,
the saint basked in glory,
arose as the messiah of doom.

Born atop a bed of roses,
around mountains of despair,
with everyone gasping for air,
followed he shall be for he’s
not god, neither human,
nor evil, always unfair.