"encarnation" poems
Listen people to my story
Come children
It's not a fairy tail
But I'm sure you'll like it anyway
Once I was a warrior
Fighting through the world
Many battles I've won
Just because of glory upon.
I killed many, I would say
I know it's morbid
But I liked it that way
People called me a hero
But I think I was
The encarnation of evil
The glory I'd won
I tried to dissipate
Now people hated me,
I knew
So with torches on fire
To my door they would walk though
One day,
They came to my house
Burned the hole thing down
And left me screaming
Are you seing my skin?
Wrinkled and thin?
They are from the flames
Of that very same day.
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 2:33 PM UTC