He seemed like such a nice young man;
she was enchanted withs charming smile
and beguiling words of flattery;
He dressed neatly, kept his hair trimmed,
Had neatly cut fingernails and seldom
seemed to raise his voice.
He called her every day, just to see how she was doing,
sometimes had flowers sent to her at work,
and offered to accompany her to church on Sundays.
“That one is a keeper” her mother said
and all of her girlfriends were wild with envy.
He took her on dates, to the nicest restaurants,
to the theatre, where ever she wanted to go;
she asked him about his family and he said
he had no one, no one at all.
How sad, she thought; she would make it up to him
and share her family…
but he gently turned down invitations to spend
weekends or evenings with her family.
“I just want to be with you” he said with that
enticing smile. And she agreed. How
wonderful it was that he only had eyes for her!
Before long, she spent less and less time with
her family and friends; all of her spare time was
spent with him.
She began to think he would propose and she would
have a dream wedding. And he did propose, but
gently – oh so gently, steered her away from her
dream of a big wedding. “Let’s just run away and
elope” he said one evening.
“Think how romantic it will be! just you and me!
We can go to Las Vegas and get married there!”
And, he pointed out, think of the money they would
save–all that money could be spent on furnishing an
apartment. And so they took off one weekend for Nevada
where they were married in one of those little white chapels
that are all over the city of Las Vegas.
And she couldn’t say exactly when everything changed
. Perhaps the day they got married.
He began to raise his voice, challenge any of her opinions,
call her names.
she tried desperately to keep him placated but a temper
she had never witnessed before rose to the surface
and she began to fear him–
and finally the day came when his rage knew no bounds,
and he began to slap and punch her, all over her body
, kicking her, telling her how worthless and was.
It was her first encounter with evil.
She didn’t recognize what it was until it was too late.
When he came at her with a long sharp knife, her eyes were
opened as she stared into his sadistic dark face.
So, she thought, as she lay dying.
This is what evil looks like.
Sandra Lee Smith
first composed October, 18, 2009
Sandy’s note: try as I might I can’t recall an incident where I really had an
encounter with evil…in the last days of my marriage of 26 years, I had some
encounters with anger but he never laid a hand on me–he trashed my
belongings instead. For this blog post (something required in the poetry
club I belonged to at the time) I drew on some of the books and TV shows
I have seen over the years–kind of like a Ted Bundy sort of thing. I have
had encounters with badness but not what I would call evil. So, this is what
I came up with. -sls