The Old Man’s Tale.

In shadows he dwelled, an evil man,

With tales of darkness, his wicked plan.

Though frail and old, his grin so sly,

He reveled in harm, with a gleam in his eye.

His stories, like poison, seeped through my mind,

A tapestry of malice, so cruelly designed.

He relished the pain, the chaos he'd sown,

A twisted soul, with secrets unknown.

But behind that facade, what secrets did he keep?

What horrors lay hidden, in the depths so deep?

Was there remorse in his heart, a flicker of light?

Or was he consumed by the darkness of night?

I listened, transfixed, to his tales of woe,

As he reveled in power, his wickedness aglow.

But deep down I wondered, what led him astray,

To become this evil man, with a price to pay?

For in every villain, a story unfolds,

Of choices made, and the paths they chose.

So I pondered his past, his twisted desires,

And wondered if redemption still stoked its fires.

But as the tales ended, and darkness remained,

I saw no remorse, no hint of change.

An evil man, he was, till the end of his days,

Leaving behind a legacy of wicked displays.

So let this be a lesson, a cautionary tale,

Of the evil that lurks, behind a frail veil.

For even in old age, darkness can reside,

In the heart of a man, with evil as his guide.