EVIL I WAIT FOR THEE
I sit by the cabin window and wait
For I know what is my fate
The sun begins its decent into night
That dark time that fills me with fright
Creeping across the meadow a mist I see
Somewhere in the distance bats sail free
On the side of the mountain a wolf howls
That chilling sound from hell's bowels
The fear I face every night grips me
Evil comes at night with things I can not see
Evil that I fight in a battle that is endless
Struggling with it in a cold world of blackness
Every night I defend against the foul thing
On to my sanity I try to cling
The battle rages on into the night
I can not over come its might
Than as so many nights before
I lay open the door
Embracing the terror accepting its sweet love
Its whole being fitting me like a glove
I have become again the evils agent
And into he night we once again to hunt
Edwin J. Smith
The Old Cowboy Poet
July 11th 2014
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