Grifter

He’s no trickster
He’s no mage
Nothing special
Nothing sage
Nothing for him
Now but age
Spilling words
Upon a page

Never hopeful
Never bright
Always hiding
From truth’s light
Scurry furtive
Out of sight
Wrapped in darkness
Stalks at night

Smooth and cunning
Slips past your guard
Won’t be honest
Not from the start
Prince of Charming
He’ll steal your heart
Needs no reason
To tear it apart

Once you know him
There’s little to fear
Not worth a thought
Never your tears
Alone in his corner
Trapped in his mirror
Pathetic grifter
Once you see clear