We prepare a feast,
Because we killed the beast,
We followed him for years,
And now he lays here,
But why do we feel sad,
Did we do something bad,
Or do we miss the hunt,
Please be blunt,
Tell us the truth,
Why do we feel this way,
Or do you have nothing to say,
What we did was not wrong,
And he did not suffer long,
But we still must feast,
Because we killed the beast.
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21 Peoms
PoetryThis is a compilation of 21 poems. There is no category they all fall under, and they seem to make little sense. But you may find them thought provoking. Enjoy.
