THE VILLIAN

In darkness lurks a villain's soul,

A being wicked, cruel and cold,

Who schemes and plots with heart of coal,

And preys on those who can't uphold.

He wears a mask of innocence,

Deceitful, cunning, full of guile,

His actions cause great consequence,

And every step he takes is vile.

With sharpened tongue and twisted mind,

He spins a web of lies and hate,

And those who dare to cross his line,

Are met with a vengeful fate.

His eyes gleam with a fiendish light,

As he revels in his wicked ways,

And with each victory, he takes delight,

In the pain and suffering he creates.

But though he thinks he's in control,

And wields his power with great pride,

In the end, his fate will unfold,

And he'll fall, with nowhere to hide.

For justice will come, swift and sure,

And bring an end to his evil reign,

And though he once thought himself secure,

He'll realize, too late, the price of his disdain.

So beware the villain, dark and sly,

For though he may seem strong and bold,

In the end, he will surely die,

A lonely, pitiful, and sad soul.