Devil May Care
They call me Mr. Mysterious,
Darkness who wears a black hat and a devious grin.
Clever, crude, quick to charm but never
Your sins have invited me in.
So there is no need for fear, for you
see, I truly care that you see me
as I see you.
Shadows dance for my pleasure
For they are the ones you cast
and fling out with pure abandon.
I am a hunter in my heart.
Pure and simple, you are my prey.
Collecting you as simply as a little butterfly in
a mason jar.
And how I love to see you flit and
fly about, reckless with no direction
You sit upon my myriad of shelves
far far below.
Simple part of my collection until
time runs out of time.
on your miserable little soul.
by Philip Wardlow