All Evil was Once Good

He was not always as he was now

For all things have a beginning

For all evil

Was once good

There was not always the worm

The prowler

The shadow

There was not always the cunning

The smooth speech

The secrets

There was once

A boy

A shy, awkward boy

With eyes like winter ice

And a dark head

Of raven hair

He was strange

To his countrymen

Not like them

Different

An outsider

Rebuked

Ridiculed

But he went on

To be a man

But a man

Who was deceived

By evil

By greed

By lust

And the good

Was poisoned

Into evil