They wanted me to face the monster.
When they knew I was ill prepared and would surely see defeat.
Not to be shamed - I stepped right up and slayed that wretched beast. Watching his life force drain
as I squeezed.
Bone crushing with bulged eyes
that now bleed.
It was a real treat.
I'll say - quite the feast.
New crest on my chest yet I still failed this test.
Killing the demon was never that hard.
Prophecized down to the letter
by that old ancient bard.
Just wanted a little vengance - for all my scars.
Lessons said best not to take it that far. Losing
more strings of the heart.
The rush makes it hard to stop
once you start. As I learned the art.
So needless to say, I didn't take a lost souls life - that day.
Just a little word play. But the demon
stayed away. First time's a warning - next time
won't be that way.
~Ruby L.S.~
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Author:
Introverted Sage (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 3rd, 2024 15:55
- Comment from author about the poem: 22.2023.09
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments2
Fantastic work.
Thank you
Absolutely brilliant writing
"New Crest on my chest yet I still failed this test"
That line alone is quite superb
I keep gushing over your writing
Hard enough slaying monsters in our own time let alone being unprepared and pushed
Stunning
It really is!
My life seems to oddly play out like some sort of ancient mythology.
Thank you! I appreciate your time and comments!
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