I made a poem in a matter of minutes and didn’t revise it. (I don’t even know if this is a poem. It’s just a rhyming sum of what was discovered of him)
A triangular demon of yellow color
Never knew his birth father or mother
The world he grew up in was of flat land
Now in ashes, and shifted like sand
A pyromaniac is what he became
He settled in a world where dreams bring pain
His all-seeing eye settled on Earth
A place where everyone was 3D at birth
The place that could make his awful fantasies become realities
He watches everything in the world, and time passed by in a colorful swirl
His intent was to take it by force
Bringing chaos and killing without remorse
But instead he decided on deals
Loopholes allowed him to slip by like an eel
He found brilliant minds but with time his scheme was slowly revealed
Small cracks formed in his plan, shattering him like a fist from a hand
He invoked the name of a great being, stating that one day he would return
In the end he just burned.
Gone like his homeland and race
The embers died and left no trace
Removed from existence if only momentarily
The chances of revival are scarcely high
He will return, a new body, a new guy.
