The Evil Lurks

Breathe in and out to try to find a simplistic way

To clear the smoke and try to belay

A message of hope to save the day

Yet the fire inside ravishes and burns

And that hope and optimism soon turns

To nothing more than wilted ferns

In the blazing presence of the fire

You hear the devils echoing lyre

Telling of the need your desperate desire

To finally escape the pain