To read intention in a villain’s frown <br />is worse than reading ripples in a river <br />for the traces of those its acres drown, <br />before they choose one of them to deliver. <br /> <br />And when it happens how it all seems so <br />preventable; the good are proud to say <br />we must have guilty consciences. But no, <br />his dead eyes meet us like secrets at bay; <br /> <br />and if the one beside me stops, I pass <br />indignant. This is not the sin I feel <br />on me, rather a serpent in the grass <br />laid by another for my brilliant heel. <br /> <br />True villains really make no frowns, thus proving <br />they have no souls but move by others moving.<br /><br />Edward Wright Haile<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-essay-on-evil/
