I'm a caregiver and an artist. I received high honors in creative writing, fine arts, and sculpture at Montserrat College of Art.
Eve of Evil
Eve of Evil
The demon of fire came from beneath. Looking for souls and hungry for meat.
It's cracking and burning with a stone-like skin. Look for people who had lots of sin.
Who's going to help them? Where will they go? He was the evil that lived far below.
Our doom was impending, we all had to fall. He crawled up from the depths of hell, to cast his wicked rain down upon us all.
Blood in his eyes and death on his breath. Until he destroys us all, he can never rest.
The people are dying, the monster is free. Clenching his fists so hard they would bleed.
If he'd grind his rotting teeth you would be dead, he'd tear off your arms and rip off your head.
Hell is calling and man is falling. Pray for the good and hope for the best, but before the day is done he'll try and kill all the rest.
A single prayer reaches Heaven's gates:
"Down upon the wicked ones, came upon the burning suns.
Light and life, suns of right, crashed upon this evil night."
The burning suns came down from the heavens. Delivering the wrath of the Angel brethren.
Crashing down upon the demon. The angles rainfall stops his breathing.
© 2019 Jason Nicolosi