The Complainer and the Con-Artist

Harsh wind blows a face and chills the nose Cold hearts remain hard and dark thoughts shed no light Eyes scan over the horizon but nothing grows Only the harsh ravens take flight A man stands still in the bitter frost Waiting, wait, for fresh new meat The cruel environment continues on, leaving the mind lost The man just stands there; waiting for the one he will greet Time passes Carrying on that which could drive a man mad Finally a young woman crosses were there would be grasses The man’s face soon fills with glad She is dainty and cheerful Not having a clue for what awaits her Not knowing those green eyes will soon be tearful Or everything she knows and loves will soon be a blur He grabs her attention with his mysterious ways and devilish appearance Asking her the business of her being and existence Saying there should be no interference She begins to put between them, distance The woman fed him her fear Starting to be cleanse of all good Just being in the presence of this man causes her body to want to tear Perhaps he is just misunderstood? Have you a purpose? If not anything to trade? Says he She is silent The words sting like that of a bee She wonders soon things will turn violent He talks of life and his miserable existence How he wishes it could all change The woman asks if his words were so would he have any resistance To things that involves pain and that that is strange He asks her the same Again she says nothing So quiet so tame Not even the icy snow will cling They continue to talk Of pain and suffering But watching each other more that a hawk Neither move nor cringe The man learns much Turing away For his life he still wishes clutch The sky turns gray The woman spoke in a hushed tone I know what you are Where you came from and of your heart of stone Those you think of scars You believe your life is worthless How you want to die and quit Yet with comes to giving it up you second-guess Why do you not admit? You do not deserve to belong On this planet Of the strong Dripping on your neck beads of sweat Nerves and worry fled the man Thinking fast he ran Now knowing his life was a scam His friends, partners, and clan Darkness draped over the sky A cry Then nothing to defy Not even an ally Then a Drip drop Drip drop The blood falls in the new born puddle There he lies No soul No love No life He constantly complained of life To he bossy his kids And his wife A new woman came along He complained to her as well But to bad his whining was soon to all gone For this woman originated from the depths of hell He spoke of hating his existence Wanting everything to end With out any assistance He did not intend For the woman To steal his soul And cut short his life span Now he rots in a firry hole And the woman so fair Walks on With no one to spare For her sympathy, her innocence, her kindly, all a con End