The Garden Of Evil Poem by bev Johnson

The rage seep in through my pores
engulf my senses wanting more

When you bite it stings
and I feel like a boxer in a ring.

You've seen me through Hell's gates
a place for those who hate.

The dragon den is open
and I'll be your token

Innocence lost
at whose cost?

You've tasted my venom
as bitter as a lemon

White Angel tries to block
but I'm still there to mock

Your bolts are strong
as I attempt to hold on.


(Dedicated to adewpearl who gave me confidence.)