The evil one had his plan
He also had his small band
Weaklings that didn’t belong anywhere
Grasping at straws for something to share
His plan was coming together
He would rule this town with terror
All the women would succumb
His will, will be done
The lady with the crystal ball
Would be raped by all
He would be the first to have her
Hear her scream would be a pleasure
Smiling and rubbing his hands in glee
A glowing warmth ran through his body
They would all see he wasn’t just anybody
The evil one never forgave the lady with the crystal ball
Time and time again he felt so small
Time and again in the past she had won over him
This time he would win, this was his whim
He would sit on the roost, he would be king
All though he was evil, he knew she was a lady
From the first day he had saw her, he had been in love with her madly
He would of given all for this loving soul gladly
Now he wanted to destroy her totally
Evil was his name for a reason
Pain and suffering was his stimulation
Evil was calling beckoningly
Smiling, laughing, invitingly
Much of the evil ones childhood was spent alone
Never really had friends of his own
His parents were hard working people
They had a good home and there was always ample
Evil one was a failure with girls
Always seemed never able to reach his goals
At a early age he discovered the meaning of weak
He would wait, watch and seek
Now and then he would find a weak girl
Forcing them to be his thrill
He would abuse and degrade them totally
They catered, obeyed his every whim obediently
The evil one had his spies
They all feared for their lives
They would do whatever he commanded
They never took anything for granted
He heard the lady of mystery had a new lover
When he heard he shook with anger
She belonged to him and no other
He was bitter, angry his heart raged
She would pay, he would be avenged
He summoned his gang, his weaklings
Must finalise his clever planning
Break the magician, give him a good beating
The evil one had a small army of four
Gullible weaklings, there wasn’t more
Evil one smiled. His gang would be enough
Armed idiots that will look tough
A town full of weak onlookers
These pheasants dare not stand up to him
He started to speculate about killing the magician
The magicians death would be a heartbreaker
This would make his position much stronger
His band were told they would all be much richer
Soon it would be time to take this town
Then he would rightfully claim his crown
Thinking warmly, timid onlookers soon you will be broken
14/04/2010 17:16:45. Copyright Jonathan Upward
