Evil Cultivators Poem by Matt Starking

In caverns deep, away from light,
The evil cultivators practice might,
Their twisted minds seek to enslave,
All living things which they deprave.

With chants and spells, they call forth powers,
Summon beasts to stir the hours,
Wielding magic with wicked intent,
Their evil ways they will not repent.

The darkness creeps and blackness falls,
As evil cultivators heed the calls,
Of force and fear, with demons near,
Their evilness knows no peer.

In secret places, they conspire,
With oaths and cursing to inspire,
The strength of darkness to abide,
And conquer all that's good inside.

Beware the evil cultivator's snare,
For few escape and leave a prayer,
To those who fall under their spell,
There's little hope and none to tell.