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
Miss Demure Restraint 
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October 14, 2011 at 6:22 pm
enreal
Great rhythm and intent. Nice work.
October 14, 2011 at 7:03 pm
Miss Demure Restraint
Nice to see you again Enreal. Just got back in the swing of things here, but I’ll be over to see you soon. Thanks for stopping by and the kind words.
October 14, 2011 at 8:20 pm
timotheous128
I agree with Enreal; excellent rhythm and rhyme. Very enoyable poem. 🙂
October 14, 2011 at 10:47 pm
Miss Demure Restraint
Thank you Tim. I appreciate your comments.
October 14, 2011 at 10:57 pm
timotheous128
Of course! Anytime. 🙂
October 16, 2011 at 4:20 am
CordieB
Wow, what a heartfelt poem. It touched my heart personally. There is gladness and sadness when we finally realize a person’s true colors. We are often glad that we finally see the light, sad we didn’t see it sooner, and a certain sadness for the person – I find it kind of sad when I realize a person is “pathetic” and often wonder if they realize just how pathetic they really are? Do they even trick themselves, perhaps? It’s really sad, when I think about it. Well, this is a very deep poem, and perfectly written. Thanks for sharing!
PLL, C.
October 16, 2011 at 4:38 am
Miss Demure Restraint
Its a bit of the flip side of your post Woe Is He. The taker and the giver neither true.
Its really good to see you again. Miss you.