The Dark One...a poem
The Dark One
By Tony DeLorger © 2014
Impressive, your gilded smile,
your gentlemanly gestures with a dilettante's guile,
dressed in such finery, a clean, worldly air,
just short of pretentious, but in quality, care.
Resigned to acquire the trust of all men,
of principles many and ethics commend,
proposals of triumph for just a smidgen of work,
perhaps under the table, but that's how it works.
So smooth and eloquent in speech and in verse,
the slippery meanings just lost in coerce,
pleading such value and gain at the end,
the slight of hand unnoticed, silly rules will just bend.
And each step closer he glides into your mind,
his jewel encrusted words, so shiny, sublime,
and soon you'll be thinking what a small risk for gain,
rules are to be broken, swap sunshine for rain.
One hand on your shoulder, he whispers in your ear,
the other hand outstretched to seal the deal, commandeer,
his smile is now virulent, his eyes glistening with glee,
the axe head is falling like a feather it seems.
One touch of his hand and you've lost and he's won,
brought by choice into darkness for the wrong you have done,
and the pain you'll have swallowed, for the sin sewn within,
will haunt you for ever, from the One, dealer in sin.
The Dark One resides within humanity found,
ready and willing to betray your own bounds,
and deliver you to circumstance you could never have believed,
while angels in tears, cry for your release.
Life is a constant state of making decisions, and in that the possibility of falling to the dark side, where wrong doing can be a temptation with reward. But evil is devious and what seems is rarely so.