Poems to Leave Streaks of Ink

The Villain

In the end, I stared him down

I watched the villain creeping close

With narrowed eyes and fisted hands

I stood before him, nose to nose

The silence stretched out like a thread

Pulling taut against each end

There were no words I had to give

For I had nothing to defend

I struck first with all my might

Determined not to back away

My arms moved like a raven's wings—

My legs a viper's head to prey

Time passed in shadows on the floor

As the sun began to ebb

Yet still I focused on my prey

That I might trap him in my web

Until he caught me quite off guard

And I fell in a broken heap

Although the pain was quite immense

I bit my lip and did not weep

"This is the end." He murmured then

His voice a cannon in the air

I sneered and spit onto his shoes

Not letting him see my despair

"It did not have to be like this—"

He set his weapon on my chest—

"What happened to the little boy

Whose smile never had a rest?"

I grimaced at his painful words

Wondering just what he knew—

If he could face me here like this

Knowing what I had gone through

"Those memories are why I fight."

I bared my teeth up at his face

"So that the people all will know

That this was once a happy place."

His sad expression did not budge

But neither did he even flinch

As blood began to overflow

Spreading outward inch by inch

But no one ever seems to care

What happens when the loser dies

For history cannot be told

Through the loser's deadened eyes

And the last thought inside my head

Was how unfair death truly is

That he'll live on the hero while

I'm blamed for sins he'll claim aren't his