When something wicked this way comes,
Wistful whimsy leaves its mark,
Where everywhere it is a park,
When something wicked sucks its thumb.

When something wicked this way shows
A presence–live, shoed and toed,
Rainfall pounds, patterns bowed,
When something wicked moves and flows.

When something wicked this way preens,
Blowing winds press onto thighs,
Mountaintops now rarely seen,
When something wicked this way sighs.

When something wicked this way gasps,
Blooming flowers abstain vote,
As colored as a mothers notes,
When something wicked sees collapse.

When something wicked this way knows,
Damnation-ed even as it sows,
Poison is as poison does,
When something wicked this way loves.

When something wicked this way goes,
Planted heels are all it feels,
Darkness bows and evil kneels,
When something wicked this way grows.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 2/26/11