Despicable Poem by Ronni ManoaHofbauer

In shadows deep, where whispers creep,
A heart once bright, now shrouded in sleet.
With laughter false, and schemes unkind,
The soul of mischief is what they find.

A world of chaos, a cunning ruse,
Each trick and trap, a bitter muse.
Yet beneath the mask, a glimmer hides,
In the depths of darkness, hope still abides.

For even in deeds that make us frown,
There's a chance for change when the mask comes down.
So let us not dwell on the despicable ways,
But seek the light that can turn dark days.