The bad man

In shadows deep, a man unknown, A figure draped in malice sown. His heart, a coil of serpent's might, A tapestry of dark, devoid of light. Through whispered lies, he weaves his way, A master of deceit in the light of day. With every step, deceit does follow, Leaving behind a trail so hollow. His eyes, like daggers, sharp and cold, Betray a story, untold, unfold. A twisted dance of schemes and guile, He wears a mask, a deceitful smile. Within his soul, a tempest roars, A storm of darkness that explores The depths of wickedness, so profound, Leaving shattered trust strewn on the ground. He preys on kindness, a predator unseen, Feeding on trust like a ravenous machine. A symphony of schemes, a heart of stone, In every fiber, his malevolence is sown. Yet, let us not forget the power of light, To banish darkness, reveal what's right. For even in shadows where the wicked roam, The seeds of goodness may still find a home.