Villains never win.
Night. Dark and moonless. Perfect. Time to go.
I creep along and scale the building.
Good, no one heard. Of course that’s so,
I’m the best. At the top. On the ceiling;
Literally and below me are my enemies.
I’m a spy so I listen and I hear my name.
They’re planning my death. I steal the keys.
I lock them in, nowhere to run. It’s like a game.
I just have to shoot them all and I win.
As usual I’ll have to sneak away, no fame
And yet I don’t mind. I watch and grin.
I do this every day. It’s all the same.
I bide my time and shoot the first bullet.
The target moves and suddenly I’m running.
They were ready, they’re all armed I bet.
Now it’s my life on the line and I’m cursing.
No longer a game. I reach the door but it’s locked.
Great, beaten by my own trick. It’s happened before.
There’s another exit and now it’s blocked.
I have to use all my cunning and lore.
I get out, leave their secret base.
For now I live to fight another day.
I slow down, set the pace.
It’s like putting on a play.
They’ll follow me and then I’m dead,
Done and dusted with all things said.
I know my part, know my card.
Being a villain is just so hard.
*Edit* Thanks Prosithion, I shall add the stanzas now =)
