Who is the monster
that blocks out the light?
The invader, the enemy -
the gruesome, loathsome blight?
It treads the dark side
without concern or care.
For vindication it burns,
no respect for what is fair.
Caring not whose path it tramples;
leaving behind a trail of horror.
This evil, cursed, unholy beast
lacks a true sense of honour.
To show its triumph by
extinguishing pure, honest feeling.
Who wins by deceit and betrayal
leaving all in its wake reeling.
Then...
in the mirror I turn and see
its wretched face staring back at me...