The Evil ManThe Evil Man2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
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In yonder graveyard at dusk, there comes a man so still,
Motionless, so motionless, an outcrop of the hill,
His heart is black, black as a pit, and cold as September dew,
And his pale, evil face looks up, watching the day renew.
He is evil, oh so very evil, and he hates the light of the day,
Not because it hurts him, no, but because of what people say,
People! People! My, what an obnoxious breed,
Their gossip. Their gossip! Only outdone by their greed.
He contemplates this all night, and soon the darkness is gone,
Then the sun turns red, with ruby delight, her doing of course, the Dawn.
She is his only pleasure, a small one every morn,
So the man scuttles up the tree, and smiles like the day he was born,
And his face looks less evil, it becomes a bit like the sky,
The Dawn watches him with grace, as the man in black starts to cry.
My beautiful man, says the Dawn with gush, why do you cry like this?
I see a wonderful soul inside you, yes, tell me what do you wish?
Have you forgotten? cr