Hope of Evil

Are not the actions you do commit to,
So foul in deed that birds would fall from the sky
To be caught up in their foul, fugly, stentch?
It is right that you should fear me, henchman
Of your master! For he who has power
Over this world is cowardly in deed
If he comes not forth to fight, bleeds not one
Drop of blood in the sight of his foes; bought
Are his servants of darkness and shadow:
Bought are you, reeker of foul breezes. Though
You would smile and make gestures uncooth
So as to deter my spirit, capture
My thought in a cage of anger, as birds
Caught up in the sky by foul winds, words
Such as these shall never ensnare or rope
My soul into chaos; which is your hope.  

                                                  Hope of Evil, (c) Luke Bennette, April 2012