Daily Poems



Elizabeth Dietz , Contributor

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