Mit Wobet
Part three of my "Image" series....
Mit Wobet,
far from a statistic,
mystic,
a deranged changeling.
Suited to impress.
Mit Wobet,
causes much stress.
Always dressed in black,
Mit Wobet,
in casual slacks.
Silk like hair, slick,
chewing on his toothpick.
Mit Wobet,
handsome in this mask.
On track his tasks
of disrupting life with lies.
Here comes Mit Wobet,
in his blood red tie.
Feeding off your cries,
with your spirit he will rise.
you can call him Reaper,
noticed not in this disguise.
To be continued.....
Jared Pickett
11/9/09
Asavvy1
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