Meddling Fiends

Careless fiends,

Slowing tip-toeing in a world so foreign to them.

Blind in the darkness,

With intentions of trivial meddling and ignorant plot.

Foolishly thinking their cognition was wise,

and their steps were unheard.

See, your whispers are as quiet as pregnant women,

Or the Philosophical speaking of Albert Einstein.

Your misguided actions are naive,

I couldn't speak down to you,

Because my breath is better used writing my name in the car windows.

How unfortunate must be, to be a pitiless entity ,

In which no one could sympathize with or have empathy for.

Or to have a master who makes mysteries the scoobies gang wouldn't attempt to solve.

Does the light burn your undeserving soul?

If so,

Do you ever expect to walk in any sort of understanding?

Or have you completely condemned yourself to a life filled with pointless misery.

Because you apple is hardly gold,

Maybe bronze or tin.

But even through all of your injustice ,

And intolerable mischief.

I must find forgiveness for your soul in it's unrest.

To be so insatiable it must be tormenting.

But I must admit it is quite hilarious,

To watch you stumble and pout at the sound of such resilient Word.