hooded man

He lies; he cheats
He robs and steals
He hides it well

I’d never have guessed

He slaps; he wounds
He attacks and maligns
No thought for another

Well, he had me fooled

No regret; no apology
No sorrow nor remorse
He’s morally vacant

His approach is stealthy

No love; no care
No hug or affection
Cold-hearted indeed

I am shocked to the core.

* This character bears no relation to the individual spoken of in ‘Oh, What a Tangled Weave We Weave’