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The Unseen
Peering through hazy fog, seaweed green,
seeking something, still unseen.
Blackened pit, of violent rage,
releasing Hell from,
it’s cage.
Tormented one, so young before,
holds the key, to the door.
He who searches, won’t ever find,
the contented child with,
the playful mind.
Locked tightly away, where, none can see,
a cosmic force, of fiery energy.
Corrupted now, by the brutal past,
the birth of evil,
growing fast.
Molding thoughts, and the dreams beyond,
silently creeping, until sanity’s gone.
Taking hold, of the child within,
now lies the monster,
under his skin.
Shadows of darkness, show his prey,
whom shall he leave, just for today.
Skulking quietly, a darkened walk,
the oblivious ones are whom,
he stalks.
Golden locks, sun kissed face,
hides the fury, beneath his pace.
Last breath removed, life slowly dies,
rage released until,
tomorrows’ skies.
© Kate Birchfield
Oct. 2004
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