Photographer

There was a photographer of great success

Although in truth he deserved much less

By the night he would prowl for dirt

In complete disregard to those he hurt

We see a woman in her place

A man has her embrace

A woman with a ring bestowed upon her hand

but he is not her husband, who is this man?

Pictures taken truths misconstrued

but the public will take it as it is viewed

The photographer wears hoodies and dark jeans

Clothing for his work as not to be seen

Quiet shoes to walk around

Silence. He makes no sound

He is not to be trusted at all

The photographer waits to capture your fall

Pasty skin with a bearded face

It’s hard to tell his race

Kind of tall, medium build

At night he is invisible when still