The Hearts Of Men Poem by edward turner

Deep in the hearts and souls of men, bathed in thoughts and deeds of sin, with smiles and hearts as black as coal, existing with transparent souls. Dwelling in their lair of deciet, where wonders wander and demons sleep. Dark as the skies starless night, they lurk in the shadows evading light. They feast upon the helpless; those who fear themselves, those who stare into future's mirror and see only empty shells.