I come in many disguises, some are hard to detect,
Yet looking closely, you will find me in small ways if you take time to reflect.
I will come as a small whisper, to make you question all that is pure,
My power isn’t by actions, it’s by thought, and this much is sure.
All that is good, I will twist until it fits into my mold,
If I can turn you, I will; I really wish to bring you into my fold.
Let me envelope you, causing you to see all through my mist,
Then I will control all your life with a tight held fist.
I am ancient; I’ve been around since before the beginning of time,
I’ve captured the highest angels, and now I wish to make you mine.
My power is great; with my spirit you can have instant success,
It’s just the consequences are rather terrible, this I must confess.
Copyright ã 2006, Tim Benton