The Villain

There comes a time when every man
must set aside a cunning plan
and cultivate with wicked glee
a sordid plot so dastardly,
that not a hero in the land
could hope to have the upper hand
nor save the melancholy maid
from fiendish traps so cruelly laid

There comes a time one must devise
mischievous dealings fueled by lies
within a lair one must abide
in labyrinthine seclusion hide
and minions hire, kill, promote
a right hand man, who’s so cutthroat
his own sweet mother sick in bed
at your behest he’d bash her head

for every man there comes a day
when all that’s good and bright and gay
has caused something inside to snap
and tire of this happy crap
and wants to see the kingdom fall,
the hero slain, the princess bawl
to glorify a life of crime
and for this villain, now’s the time!