In shadows draped, where darkness weaves its tale,
A villain emerges with a grin unveiled.
Not the brooding visage the world expects,
But a countenance of mirth, where malice connects.
In the tapestry of night, where shadows dance,
A sinister waltz, a macabre romance.
A smile, not of fear, but of wicked delight,
As the hand of chaos paints the canvas of night.
Each step, a whisper, in the realm of dread,
Yet, a smile blossoms, like roses blood-red.
A paradox of menace, in the joy they find thrill,
For in the art of demise, their laughter distills.
In the moonlit theater of sinister grace,
A symphony of shadows, a twisted embrace.
The villain, a poet, in malevolence skilled,
Smiles, as the world shudders, with destiny fulfilled.
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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
