Wicked Games Poem by Brent McCracken

Faceless soul awash with lies, terrible creature with deceit in his eyes, pretending to love, for his own twisted gain, no one is spared in his selfish cruel game, taking the love of an innocent woman, for she is blind to his wicked ways, he keeps her afar so she can not see, his true evil identity, he says the words she longs to hear, so he can toy with her, and make her make feel fear, by the time she sees the truth of himself, she is to far gone, for it is her soul that he has taken.