The Charmer

He rides through the night,
so the legend dares say,
not a hero of sorts,
not a villain, per se;

With tricks up his sleeve,
and a mask as his face,
he uses his charms,
to seduce, then disgrace;

He'll buy you a drink,
and then ask for your name,
while cunning up schemes
in his dark, twisted game;

With his white pearly teeth,
and his charming clear look,
you'll soon find yourself
as a fish on his hook;

And when morning arrives,
You'll awake to find out,
this charmer has fled,
with no shadow of doubt;

As you lie there confused,
or boggled at best,
you'll find little comfort
in the scar on your chest.

Author's Note

No comment on the grammar at the beginning of the 5th stanza - I'm aware.

Reviews

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

I know one of these guys. They sound alike. Great write!