With eyes of red
And horns of gold
He walks the shadows
Of blood and bones
It's black shadow casts
An eerie glow
Screams and shouts
'Monster! Monster! '
His black fur shimmers and glows
Why must people fear him?
He never did harm?
All he did was stay in the shadows
But that wasn't enough.
'Spill it's blood! Spill it's blood! '
There shouts of fear turned to rage
Flames and points came
He fled to the edge of his shadow
When he came to the edge
It was his end, full of blood
Black blood
Pools of blood
'It's dead! It's dead! '
He died with a grin
Of pointed white teeth
His death made them joyous
He felt happy to see
There laughs instead of screams
He was a monster, that brought fear
But wanted happiness
He was a monster
This was very strong, very capturing, and accomplished what poetry should. Well done.
@ steven: Thanks, I was just randomly thinking of it and I worte what I thought.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have to say only, you are superb! Keep writing. God bless you. Full marks