Tolkien named him
Melkor
who fell through lies
to Morgoth
To see but few
through his fair hue
and even fooled
a God or two
The Trickster
weaves his lies
with truth
He plants his seeds
and watches them grow
conflict and discord
he will sow
He smooths his tongue
and seems so fair
many will fall
into his lair
The time of the Trickster
is here right now
he even got to
the Whitehouse somehow
But closer to home
mischief he'll cause
so wake from slumber
and close your doors!
