VILLAINelle poetry - Night's Dark Theme
NIGHT'S DARK THEME
In shadows cast by the moon's silver gleam,
A white-haired man, coppery skin so bizarre,
He prowls around the fountain, night's dark theme.
With wicked grin and eyes that wickedly beam,
He waits for wishers to come from afar,
In shadows cast by the moon's silver gleam.
Coins tossed, hopes soar high, a whimsical scheme,
Yet little do they know, their dreams shall mar,
He prowls around the fountain, night's dark theme.
Each coin's chime becomes his twisted extreme,
Curses spill forth like venom, spreading far,
In shadows cast by the moon's silver gleam.
A wretched jester, a trickster supreme,
He laughs as desires crumble and scar,
He prowls around the fountain, night's dark theme.
Oh, hapless souls, blinded by moonlight's beam,
Beware this enigma, this sinister czar,
In shadows cast by the moon's silver gleam,
He prowls around the fountain, night's dark theme.
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