Malice,
you have found your niche
in a sunken well of blackest pitch.
In a shadowed ditch
lie you, weathered, tarnished,
A twisted, tortured, tangled mess.
You gather, harness a ruthless vetch
of hate all cloaked in garments rich
that claim false good and helpfulness.

You have built a wicked palace
with hidden purpose poised to catch
unwary victim with lying largess.
With false honor it is furnished
to hide all from your evil purpose.
A prisoner trapped in your own ice-cold mission
in a time past, when you yourself were stuck
and dealt a blow of cruel luck.
Now you’re married to a foul commission
to do in all who seek with vision.

And here’s the code with which you act,
well hid from unsuspecting eyes,
DISTRACT, HOLD BACK, IMPACT!
with a convoluted maze of lies
so subtle as to seem the truth.
But you’re truth’s a demon in disguise,
devised to make only YOU seem wise;
Oh, there’s danger in your style of sooth!

BEWARE ALL who would bed this devil –
He’s friend, lover, even mother that prove false.
You’ll be wed to dementing evil
dance a draining, deathly waltz
of dying hopes and dimming dreams.
And when you CHOOSE to heed your screams,
and want to know the reason why,
you must brave your fears, steel up to face,
to look him unflinching in the eye.
Then you’ll see Malice' descent from grace;
you’ll see fear for his own demise.

But dare you call him on his deeds
he’ll squirm, he’ll fight, he’ll scream, “You lie!”
BAN HIM from that upon which he feeds;
your ruined health and wealth’s his prize –
DEMAND a parting of the ways,
recognize NOT his piteous cries
of deeds done to him, so he says,
or he’ll bring you down to his own malignant size.
and capture you again, again a trampled prize.

Oh callus, cruel, malicious malice
die the death that sets us free
be vanished, banished, your famished kiss,
and song will soar and dreams WILL be
as those who dream them soon shall see.