THE ACCIDENTAL VILLAIN

 

I am the smoke

That simply floats away

On a convenient breeze

Drifting away

Powerless to stop

And at the mercy of the wind

 

I am the smoke and there is

A kind of beauty about me

But also, there is danger in me

 

I am the smoke, and I am mercurial

Appearing in many forms

I am thick like pea soup fog

Or thin and translucent like a veil

 

I am the smoke and

I have no purpose

I am only an after thought

A bi product of something useful

I am the smoke

And I am the villain