IT is a brutal magician
IT is beautifully beyond pure Evil
IT was what the Devil feared most
Ever since ITS birth IT has done nothing
But terrify, horrify, and petrify us
IT is uncontrollable and indestructible
ITS eyes are mesmerizing

They were determined to emprison IT
They battled to put IT in a cage
IT struggled at first
But then IT gave in and accepted it
But not after hurling a broken mirror at them

The mirror penetrated one of their hearts
IT stood there smirking
With ITS face painted black and red
He decievingly fell to the ground
With the thought of being hurt
And bleeding to death

She fell to the ground next to him
Screaming: IT never physically hurt you.
IT is too weak to do so. IT is just an illusion.
Wake up. You are not hurt. This is just one of
ITS sick manipulating tricks. You can not
Let IT win. You can not let
IT hurt you mentally. IT---

But it was too late
For his soul had parted his body already
And IT used ITS magic tricks
To disappear into the fire
That has started
Leaving ITS scent all over
The cage and ITS surroundings

But still ITS presence can be felt
Whenever a wind breathes
And ITS Evil smirk can be seen
Upon the horizon and beyond…