Worm-tongue

I spied him, there
from my position
in the deeper shadows.
marked him,
vowed to unearth his game.
he, crouching in weeds
peeking in windows
gathering dirt
invisible, cloaked
in the lie of "compatriot"
call him, "Luke"
his cohorts: "Mathew"
and don't forget "John"
the lead roach,
who holds the leashes
of the hell-hounds
on my trail.
I spied him hiding upon his hands and knees
A demonic smile worn across his face
Calculating and devious he watched my every move
I led him along a merry dance where I took him for the fool he was
With my misdirection and false moves he fell into the pit I had dug
I smiled a fake smile as our eyes locked for a second
He’d been caught, I had shown him for what he was
I left him to make 5 from adding 2 to 2
I let him leave to report his findings…this game had only begun
He had fallen into my trap, where only I knew the lyrics to the song I sang.