Chameleon

His words hung heavy
In the Ionic August air
Smothering her in her already
confined existence
She could smell dawn approaching

His Black wisdom flowed
from his soul through her understanding
Eons of Knowledge transferred
in a single glance

She could see and feel the urgency
of man's plight it was terror
Is terror

His languid charm saturated her
caressed her leaving her hypnotized
Oblivious to the evil
closing in around her

She wanted to believe him
His voice was deadly convincing
A soothing smooth saber blending
the eerie August fog
until they were won

She could see millions of
brilliant dots of light
when the bullet struck her temple

The dark silence draped
around her like a chimera
Blanket protecting her from the evil

He laughed softly when
she had given in they always did
The smug look of victory
forever smoldered in his eyes

His words hung heavy in the
cool September night air...

His colors had changed
but the game was always
the same