We're off to kill some monsters,
An adventure for us to go on.
With our swords, scythes, and crossbows,
Maybe we'll have some fun.
Werewolves to stab with sharpened daggers,
Vampires to touch with simple garlic,
Frankenstein's there to be burned alive,
Oh I just love to fight and frolick.
Then one day, I bumped off an old hag,
To which she responded with vengeance,
By giving me claws, fangs, and a mindset for
Murder that exceeded the gift of penance.
Every night I would stumble away from my group,
Travelling from village to village
Falling suit to every atrocity,
With souls to claim and trinkets to pillage.
My team mates found out eventually,
Who wouldn't of course?
So to protect me, they took it all away;
My sword, my whip, and my horse.
I was angry, I was desperate,
And in addiction to my darkness,
I stole back my gear, furthering
My descent into the moral abyss.
I hurt the ones I knew, the ones I loved,
My destructive rampage couldn't be halted.
I knew that no one could want me,
Someone so lost and faulted.
So I'm going to do what I need to do,
It'll be quick and final. Honestly, I'm scared,
But what I'm doing is good, it's right, and
This isn't an experience that's meant to be shared.
I'm off to kill a monster,
And that monster is me.
Whether I'll succeed or not,
That remains to be seen.
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Poetry Corner
PoesíaThis is a collection of poems that I have written that range from light and bubbly, to highly disturbing. Please vote if you like them and comment if you have any questions, although I may refrain from answering.
