A Touch of Evil

humming a song, a low dirge
a smiling face, a cheerfulness
even as his talons dug firm
in dying hearts
his eyes twinkling merrily
as his guests' souls left

the black clad persona
his back against the mourning
crowd, disdain in his demeanour
even as he fed on their sorrow
another lifeless to be buried
planted beneath the sod

the mewling living breathing man
the crowd that populate the earth
they eat kill maim anything weaker
than them, they crown themselves King
each one above the other
until they play and kill one another

he, the entity, walked among man
smiling as his boots ignited forests
on hills, mountains and islands
all over the land the fire burn
nothing stood on their way
and he laughed long and hard

men lighted their playthings, exploding
them among the crowds, scattered
disemboweled women, decapitated children
strewing them all over the buildings
and thoroughfares
they shot down flying objects from the sky

oh We meant to do that...such fun
he walked on, the man behind the rows
blood to blood, the sacrifice
for without the Earth would starve

His laughter always reverberated
better in time of bloodshed.