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I stand alone
on a field
with my sword dripping
with my slain enemies
blood.
He was a formiddable
foe,
that Gabe.
Now that he is dead
perhaps I miss him a little.
It was fun listenning
to him beg
for mercy.
He watched his own
family die
one by one.
He watched his smallest
sone get burned alive
by me.
Gabe was killed
by his own sword.
He couldn't bear
the sight of his son
burning.
He committed suicide
to ease his pain.
A pity,
I wasn't done
with him yet.
I have never
felt this
excited
before.
The thrill
of each kill
is so intoxicating.
- by mysticrydder |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 10/13/2008 |
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- Title: The slaying of my enemy!
- Artist: mysticrydder
- Description: WARNING! this poem is highly disturbing and is well borderline on insanity. but don't some of the best works of fiction come from insanity? i kinda have a twisted sense of humor.
- Date: 10/13/2008
- Tags: slaying enemy
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Comments (4 Comments)
- Deadlylight6 - 04/08/2010
- theres nothing wrong w it, there are quite a few poems that tells a story. maybe not directly and up front such as this but that doesnt mean its not a poem! i liked this a lot. i also like twisted humor....so many good laughs pain can bring
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- planetearth237 - 05/26/2009
- its an ok idea... but its not really... a poem... likeu just wrote sentenses and told a quick story. there was nothing more. keep working at it!
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- KCO_rocks - 01/08/2009
- That is kinda creepy... I guess it was ok... Well not really. No offense
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