Evil, all around us, but we are too foolish to know
I can see evil, and I am alone
Three nights it came and stood still as stone
that stare and red glare, could be felt to the bone
With little place to go, for a forest hugs my home
A widow am I, children gone....just alone
I fear it is death, for I’m turning ninety five
and have seen many wonders, and feel like Ive lived my life
but I am too scared, for what does it want
could it be a hidden a angel....or a dark angel... on the hunt
three days I’ve been nervous, on the edge of my seat
this fear has me breathless, so much, my hearts skips a beats
I feel him getting closer, day one was just those eyes
but day three, hes on my porch and he shows a shadowy outline
I hear three loud bangs, from downstairs on the door
I run to the bedroom, keeping close to the floor
bangs turn to thunder
thunder became silent
I could tell he was in, because my heart began dying
my vision began to blacken, and my body became numb
I fell to the floor, for I did all I could
I woke over time... to a very young man
handsome features and a very firm hand
Fredrick! my dead husband, a bright aura glows behind him
Told me to let go and it was time to come join him
As I reached out a hand, I gasp at what I see
but a beautiful left hand, and it belonged to me
I cried joy in the mirror, I looked twenty five again
and no longer feared that shadow....as we began to float... hand in hand.