Quirk

I play the part of Judas in this sordid affair,
except I seek not silver.
I play the part of Iago in this twisted plot,
yet I have no general.

I am but a whisper amongst the shouts and cries,
I am but a shadow amidst the hundreds of crowds.
And yet I’m the one they’ll hear and see,
When I speak the truth that they daren’t believe.

I control their very actions with but a word,
I can lead them by the nose to commit actions absurd,
And yet still they listen to my silent council,
And have faith in what I tell them.

For though I am trusted by many,
I am known by few,
This heart of mine,
That very few see,
That forever beats in time,
With the tunes of sorrow,
And the lies I have told.

-Chris