In shadows deep, where darkness shrouds the night,
A villain's visage, grim and void of light.
Yet 'pon their countenance, a sinister delight,
For in the act of death, they find their sheer respite.
A twisted grin, like moonlight on a blade,
As life's breath falters, in the shadows laid.
With every step, a dance of death they weave,
A macabre ballet where only shadows grieve.
In blood-stained hands, a morbid mirth takes flight,
A paradox of joy amidst the somber night.
For 'tis the wicked soul, perverse and vile,
That finds euphoria in life's final mile.
Oh, cruel jest, where laughter meets demise,
A fiendish waltz beneath the starlit skies.
In villainy's embrace, a grin so wide,
A sanguine smile when innocence has died.
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Poetryquotes and poems even short stories. To have an open mind and different view of life. some are rewritten in simple English
