Poetry: The Evil One

It was a cold October night

The air was crisp and clear.

The stars were shining bright,

Her emotions overcome with fear.

She heard a noise behind a tree,

and a shadowy figure appeared.

She couldn't make out its face,

It was too dark to see.

The figure stood in its place,

She felt the urge to flee.

Its eyes gave off an eerie red glow

Freezing her where she stood,

But her mind told her to go.

The figure moved at a slow pace,

The closer it got

She could see its face.

It was all bones, no skin

With horns coming out of its head,

Its mouth was contorted in an evil grin.

She knew this creature must be dead.

She was frozen and consumed with fear,

Her body could not move

All she did was stare.

The figure started to move away,

But out came a sound to her dismay.

It is not your time,

Is what it said.

But beware of your sins,

And what you have done.

For the next time I come,

The Devil will have won.