Remnant Poem by Wayne McCullough

It lurks within my psyche.

The creature just under the skin, how its talons rake against the inside of my mind.

I hear its screams to mark its will upon you, it would consumate its existence in your bloodstained flesh.

One might think it is outright violence, it is not.

One might think it is obvious, it is not.
It is subtle, it is continual, it is eternal, it is evil.

It is dark, it is intelligent, it is beyond the description of malevolent one could comprehend.

I give ignored warning, you should run.

You flock instead.

You are in danger, yet here you stay.

What foolish creatures.