Cold,
Calculating.
An old mask,
I seldom wear.
Despite the cunning it provides.
I still bear the title of villain,
For such wrongs.
Treating people as playthings.
As if I was already a lost cause.
What if I still am?
Penance,
Can never be paid.
Yet I must try.
Old selves.
Tyrants.
Monsters.
Beasts.
Tyrants. Monsters. Beasts.
