Arrogance
His arrogance is shaken
by a common girl
and his crown is misshapen
when she twists his world.
His skies begin to wither,
to break,
and the roots grow thicker,
and reflections break.
His slate of knowledge crumbles,
suddenly not so sturdy,
and his irate hate takes him for a tumble
because he's dirty and wordy with hurting.
So the slicing black cuts by his eyes
and the snakes cringe from his hiss,
and the seasons shudder to approach his ire,
and fissures give way to his abyss.
He's got a heart of black
and skin like scale,
he gave me a heart attack,
tracking the spikes on his tail;
he got a deal with the Devil
when he played his hand,
knocked her down a level,
to make her bow so he can stand.
But her white keeps shining
and he recoils from the breaking
because he tastes the bitter of her crying
and it leaves him shaken and quaking.
His arrogance is shaken
by a common girl
and his crown is left misshapen
when she twists his world.
His skies begin to wither,
to break,
and the roots grow thicker,
and inflections break.
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PoetryTwisted. Fearful. Beating. Harmony: Dark imagery of an ex-psychopath written in poetry. Rest in Peace, my little straight jacket. Enjoy the reading, my friends!