It's night time,
Dark clouds,
No moon,
No stars,
No human light,
Just total darkness.
It's very quiet,
And a little scary,
Listen to the howling wind,
They say the howling of the wind is music,
Listen to this music,
Let it sink deep into your ears,
Feel the deception,
Hear them conspire,
Conspire against you.
In the light of day
They are saints,
But saints do not hide,
In the shadows of darkness,
They live in the light of day,
And despise darkness.
They are no saints,
They are pretenders,
Wolves in sheep's clothing,
On a mission to destroy you.
In the light of day,
They will smile at you,
In the dark of night,
They will conspire against you.
But the wind is your friend,
Listen to it sing their every detail to you,
Every detail they thought was a secret,
But no secret is hidden forever!
Watch them fall at their feet,
In the light of day,
In shame and apologetic puppy eyes,
As you uncover their true nature,
The nature of pretence,
You may forgive them,
But should never forget,
Pretenders are worse than murderers.
None is to be trusted,
But we all have to risk,
Sometimes it's worth it,
Sometimes it just isn't,
But who knows?
N.M
