Hear no, speak no,
See no evil or any
Such thing; though
The taste is tempting.

There are many
Others; a deep
Many that plenty
Sold their soul to me.

I've met men
Who cannot find
The precious end
That escapes them.

I've met eyes
That cry tears
Of empty lies
And sweet release.

Faithless fools
That struggle to
Prevail; spools of
Fate will bind them.

Ancient power, have
You heard of me?
Perhaps not; slaved
Spirits hear no evil.

Black hands and
Black arms caress;
You may stand
Against and with me.

Invisible to you,
For if you saw me,
Then I, through
Your eyes see evil.

Your fear is vain;
You are safe with me.
The taste of your pain
Shall only be mine.

They speak of me,
Yet they do not know
Of what I might be,
For then they speak

Evil.