Oppositionists

Daunting doubters all around, Seeking souls they could devour, By your side will want you down, At a scret solemn hour. Surreptitous are their deeds, Knowing no good in their hearts, In the mine,they harbour seeds, From ferocious fiery darts. Though ghoulish they will but fall, Their end shall be in death throes, And all will laugh when they call, With none to lament their woes.