A Cauldron Of Evils Poem by Ojeikpo Elijah

In shadows deep, where secrets lie,
Who can search a man's heart?
No seers can unfold its seal to sail,
Through tempest's roar, against mountains high.

A cauldron of evils takes its flight,
Whispers weave in the chilling air,
Darkness cloaks with a threatening might,
Every wicked thought, a snare laid bare.

Simmering greed, envy, and hate are witchcraft,
A concoction brewed in the dead of night,
Malice dances, sealing fate,
Spirits swirl in the flickering light.

A cauldron of Evils,
Around the brim of fiery flames,
They worship, they plot, they seek to ensnare,
With each crackle, the world reclaims,
The hearts of the lost, the souls laid bare.

A cauldron of Evils,
Evil creatures rise, a haunting sight,
Clawing and gnashing, they break the seal,
Reflections of fears in the depths of night,
As the cauldron spins, they dance with zeal.

An endless abyss, its power grows,
With each new addition, the darkness spreads,
Corrupting the pure, as chaos flows,
Tearing the fabric where hope once tread.

Beware the lure of its toxic brew,
To rear a snakes is to bear the sword,
For once you're in, there's no escape,
The cauldron of evils, a perilous view,
A dangerous game, a twisted shape.

In the depths of night, where shadows creep,
Who can search a man's heart, so deep?
Who can see his neighbours face in a mirror?
In the cauldron's grasp, all secrets keep,
As the world spins on, in darkness steep.