The Figure

Dark and menacing.
Cruel and arrogant.
Ordering his troops to destroy the rebels.
But who this man under a foreign mask?

The smell of cold, dank metal fills my nostrils.
A silent black figure staring down at me, no expression on his face.
Did you think this man was as evil as a weevil?

If I said this man was not as evil as you think he was.
This man dances for fun and joy.
Maybe this man is not a cold-hearted fool.