Justifying his crimes
in his own tiny mind
he subtly disguises
his dark motivations
the surface never reveals
what is below
the ever present darkness
that stalks his depths
black as night
glassy and still
misery is the game
no reason or design
throwing the dice with abandon
consequences not an issue
never disregard
what hides behind the mask
the immeasurable weight
of intentions
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 