Written by Adam.
My love is hate.
A whiplash of shadow and promise, left staring;
Slowly growing smaller against a backdrop
of red and petal,
The anger of betrayal tasting of metal;
A hot glowing blade dolling out
my vengeance and wrath-
Don't you dare to blame me!
You chose this path!
My adoration is spite.
With one word your fate drew nigh',
a most final and rueful "goodbye";
What was mine became not any longer,
my Belladonna, unleashed, unconquered;
You dared bare your claws, left me and my cause;
You think you can win?
You'd better be stronger...
My past is just.
I can only give what I've been given.
My only gifts are such as these;
A lifetime of beatings, abuse;
No will, no right to choose.
Laughed at and scoffed, chains never off,
instead forged into sword and to gun;
It is I who will now make THEM run!
My memory is sharp.
I know each and every one of my captors.
In my book, each gets their own chapter.
It is written in blood, left laying in mud,
a life-less, deserved ever-after.
For I cannot discern - Which hue are the dead?
Knowing not any colors, besides shades of red,
believing only in the pain which I hand out as fated;
I'll show them this animal by their actions created...
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RWBY: pOum
PoesíaA collection of poetry based on each character of the series RWBY by Monty Oum. Each poem is written from a specific character's point of view within the canon story. Cover photo courtesy of Guardian Blade - https://aminoapps.com/c/infjsanctuary/pag...
