Wrath's Final Word
By: Tyrunner
Here I stand, glancing down below,
There sits a river, I hear a foghorn bellow.
I glance to my right, there sits the stone,
And I can feel the air's tension, a somber tone.
I am very angry with myself, but not of whom I am,
But what I had lost when those two cables got slammed.
I lost that one queen, that one I had longed for,
Just because those two toms had to show their valor.
I also lost that other, the one that was well revered,
Thanks to the one that's magical. I should've known he was near!
Those rats that had worked for me, I had sent them away,
Because they messed up in front of me, they'll be lucky to sleep in hay.
It had been planned so perfectly, not a single stone unturned,
But now I stand here with a deep cut in my side, and my paws are all burned.
I had wanted from that night two things, that I feel I deserve,
That "wonderful" tribe and the queen, whom under me she would serve.
But now I am defeated, I have ruined myself, I failed,
I had once a great reputation, now I am standing on a bridge's rail.
I know no longer I'll go on; this is the end for me.
Can you believe this is coming from a criminal with no mercy?
But I know I must do this, for I can no longer return.
And as now I prepare for it, I feel my anger burn.
I feel the need to kill, but I would never kill another,
There is only one that I can kill, there is no other.
Now I tie a rope around me, the stone's tied on the other end,
And it isn't at all like me to end with a reprimand.
I hold the stone in my paws, the time is almost hear,
And now I can hear her voice ringing in my ear.
You know, it might be really her, it sounds so real,
But I know it's just life itself, trying to make an appeal.
The note I wrote now sits nearby, I wrote it just before,
And now I am ready, there's only to do one thing more.
I take my first step, and then the second; I feel the air beneath,
And now gravity begins its work as I see the water underneath.
It gets closer and closer, I hear the wind scream,
But that wind sounds familiar, like a particular queen, it would seem.
The impact of the water nearly ruins my arms strong hold
On the stone I have, I glance up and my heart goes stone cold.
There she is looking down on me as I sink,
Her face is a look of shock, and what looks like horror, I think.
But I give her no emotion as the water grows darker around me.
Until everything disappears around me, I no longer can see.
I now feel the water's pressure; my lungs start to hurt,
But I know I must do this to ensure that no longer will I be curt.
I can sense her now glancing at the note that I wrote on my own accord,
My final take on all my anger, Wrath's Final Word.
I AM BACK! This I had written in one class hour, 45 minutes! I was reading Edgar Allen Poe, and I got an inspiration. My profile has been modestly updated, and I have begun the next chapters of Fires of Inheritance and Americanized Jellicles. Our football regular season's done and our record's 8-1, ranked 8th in the state, playoffs begin on Tuesday. Plus, our next high school musical has been announced, Urinetown! If you ever get a chance to check out the website, this is actually a neat show! Performing in February. Anyways, my stories will be updated within 2 weeks, guaranteed! Plus, I may write a sequel to this little poem with one from another's point of view. Guess who! Anyway, keep on readin' and writin'!
