Stalking in the shadows.
Whispering false truths.
Flaunting their dignified beauty,
Socialites against a wallflower backdrop.
They scratch without leaving a mark,
And stab you in the back without breaking the skin.
Admired, but nobody really knows them
They’re heroic villains.
Humanoid looking, but they’re really ghosts.
Really, creatures of the dark and the bad can still shine in the light if they’re mean enough.