When Evil Trembles
"The days were becoming dark. Even with skies of blue and a shining sun overhead, it felt as if something was holding down all of the goodness and solitude. Everything felt suppressed by an invisible curtain of evil.
Lurking through the lands, creeping on the waters, and drifting in the wind. This evil seemed to be invincible. It blended in well with stagnant courage. Quickly progressing the fear inside the lost and beaten as it ruled during the dark shadow of night. Everything was becoming divided in such a connected world. And to divide and conquer was its whole intent.
But with the boost of each sunrise and a hopeful prayer, there was a roar that sounded from a valley below. Causing the evil to tremble and quake a little.
The darker the days got the more it was awakening a roaring beast. A creature that couldn't be stopped by senseless charm and foolish style. A brute force that would soon overtake and regain all that was harmed and left in ruins.
. . . .
Night drew near once again as daylight slipped beneath a vile shroud. This is when the good met face to face with evil.
An hour that some would despise and would willingly nudge away for another time. But for the battered and defeated, this was a chance to regain and recapture what had been diminished for so long.
The roaring beast was on the side of good. And it snarled, showing teeth that could rip apart the darkest and scariest foe.
It's means to fight and resist such evilness resided in a belief, morals, and freedoms. All of which was being cast away throughout these lands. The very lands many of whom had come and gone. Some had run. Some had stayed. Some had rose. And some had fallen. But the dwellers of the land joined together at last and rose up with this fearless beast. From shadow filled valleys they emerged.
Happy to have a chance to fight for freedom. Happy to fight for something good.
The lashing and battle cries hadn't even started yet when on this dark troubling night, evil was confronted with such a superior presence, when on its knees it fell. Flailing its spit and venom. Scurrying here and scurrying there. It destroyed itself with its very own demeanor and disguise. Falling to nothing but dust in the wind. The very winds it used for concealment and evading of retaliation.
. . . .
It was another day now and prosperity was endless. Joy and laughter had been regained after the vanishing of evil.
The people's spirits were high. Feasts were being held on mountain tops. The cheers were loud and proud.
In such a splendid world, there were the few with resting minds that held a part of the roaring beast in them. And the taking back of what could be lost might be needed again. Their minds were at rest, but they were aware. . .
The beast that started it all just smiled under a robe of fairness and justness.
For evil had trembled the day before and he loved every bit of it."