A Wicked Thing (Disputes of the Fall)

A wicked thing
Awaiting anxiously to sting,
Contemplating moment and a way
To break confuse and do way.

Sharp, pointed up chin,
Curved line of nose, that's rather thin.
The pair of green eyes of no definite proportions...
Stiff coldness of the face with no intrusion of emotions.

Turn of its head does not move any air.
Simple existence of this thing excites the uprise of one's hair.
It doesn't have to fight with you...but only stare.
The only thing that one can do to make it through - recite the prayer.