Artifice and Pawns

Thud...Thud

Sound of soles against concrete echoes

Eerie cloak slung over  gaunt body

Mugshot eyes seeking his victims out

Wanting a lung-full of breath

"For he knows, they will come in droves"

He waits calmly

By the corner, he tosses the bait

Wealth,riches and fame

One by one they came

Only to see their life pass fleetingly

"For on their hearts, he threw the darts"

On their dying lips, they cry

Pray tell,why me

Never a telling sign, the weak succumb

Into the dark deary bottom

Never to rise, never to live to tell

"As though they never knew, life is but a spell"

Thud..Thu..Th...sounds fades,

Slinking into the shadow

To rise and set out on the morrow

As he knows..life is but a spell

Waiting on them whose soul will sell