Inspiration

Twelve Seconds

Thats all it took

To take a peek

And get a

Good Look

His eyes were

Cruel

His lips were

Curled

In an evil

Smile

that could

Shatter

the world.

I thought to

Myself

He's perfect

If this

Villian beyond my

Door could

Spook me to my

Core

By standing in the

Shadows,

What more could he do

If he

Wielded a

Sword!

He could laugh as a

Mainiac does when

He's got an

Idea

He could come up with

Evil plots

That make you

Shake in your

Shoes

This villian on the

Threshold of my mind

Stepped in without

Invitation

He strutted with

Confidence

Smiled with

Malice

Raised his hands and said

"At your service."

What's his name?

I know not yet

But

Inspiration has

Struck

I must not let it go

It cannot get away

Excuse me as I take my pen and

Invite my villain to stay.