Daily Poems
Prisoner
December 8, 2021
Summited by Sarah Poggi
Feel afraid?
Disaster meant death…
The last stroke of revenge never dared to fight,
but at least evil hid himself among the edge of midnight.
He came devouring his rage
and plunged at the one that seemed to be slow and clumsy
before it could escape
Perhaps himself transformed,
to resume human shape and fight
to attempt to finish returning to the ruins of the cold hearth