Arts, creative writing, Fantasy, poetry

Mysterious Company

 

He sits alone, inn his own mind, in her own home,

And they wonder why they’re so prone, to suffer through things alone.

They said that she was crazy, they said that he was a bum,

Is the family naive, or are they just the only ones.

Feel the cold of his hands, look deeply in to her eyes,

Behind the darkness of his shades, beneath the warmth of her lies.

They are cold blooded vipers, bathed in hatred, and drown by pride,

They love it when she rises, but they cower when he looks in to their minds.

She wants to do right, the fire in him burns to do wrong,

She’s a snake, he’s a lion, they the conniving pawns.

They are leaders one moment, and followers in the next,

Parents pull their kids away from her, because he will stab them in the back.

She learns your worse dreams, he talks to your foes,

Your enemies divulge information that they use to grow.

Who is she, is he a liar, are they your friend or no,

Is she a fiend, is he a cherub, will we ever know?

Well, one things for certain, and two things for sure,

When you find out who she really is, you’ll hate him, or love them, for sure.