Bravery of Evil

Comes the vision marked with pain,  
 
This emotion yet again,
 
Unique pattern of the stain,
 
This shall never leave my brain,
 
As the motion of the wave,
 
As the longing of the slave,
 
The fear that draws out the brave,
 
A blemish on these pointless days,
 
Behold the heart of solid gold,
 
No empathy to young or old,
 
Pays no heed to what it’s told,
 
Evil freedom to behold