Trail of Pain by Mike Williams 01/18/2016 @ 10:22 P.M

Dark as a cloud to fill up the room, 
Ready to thunder, strike, and rain. 
Heavy brow and squinty eyes beady black, 
The devil's own known by name. 

Wicked sharp tongue knowing no kind word, 
Cursed, sneaky, devious and bane. 
Lumbering rotund figure cloaked in deception, 
Vague expression of face and deeply vain. 

He weaves and conjures with idle words, 
Limping afoot on a long crooked cane. 
Sucks out the life of innocent souls, 
A narcissist leaving a trail of pain.