Dedicated to someone who's actually good at making poems...
Revel in the madness
Your house has wrought
Oh, what gladness!
Too bad it was for naught.
When the world screams your name
Can you even hear the pain?
Let's play a war game
For I am your bane.
I have made a bet
that you are sure to lose.
You will end up with regret
and a fatal bruise!
Author's note: Does this feel like an angry revolutionary's cry? I hope so...otherwise, it did not turn out well!
And yes...I did write this with a specific character in mind as the narrator. However, I feel like it fits, Shadow of Orlando, another character from another story, Underflow, better than the original narrator.
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