Deception

I'm bored and snowed in so I shall write a poem. And go....


Deception
He comes and he goes,
like a comet in its throes,
bright for a second,
with only one intent,
to wreak a blind havoc,
with every life spent.
Does he not know
I am privy to the light,
with my own cosmic chaos,
quickening and bright?
Deceit is not a charm,
but instead a fading star,
destined for sudden harm.
Yet wait, and he will come again
to burn and to blight,
but I am the charmer,
master of the fading light.