Pity
Darker: yo everyone! This is a poem I wrote a while ago.
Alucard: you're point is?
Darker: weeeeeeeell, I was watching the first Hellsing DVD I had the sudden urge to write a really dark poem.
Integra: you always do that……
Darker: -ignores them- but they way it came out it sounded a lot like Alucard's POV!! So here it is!! My first Hellsing Poem!!
Your tortured soul
Cries out through the
Night
I feel your need to die,
And I shall fulfill your
Wish
I stand and laugh,
As you beg on your
Knees
So weak and insecure,
Humans are
The look of pain on your face,
A perfect thrill
Red sky and full moon,
Adds a perfect setting to your death
I can feel your heart quicken
You make my blood boil,
A wonderful feeling
You're anger is my power
Strong as you might be,
I am stronger
Life or death?
I choose death
I am the ghost of the darkness,
It's loyal slave
The night is my master,
And I servant
Forever living in darkness,
I chose
The devil's lap dog,
I may be
But I am not like those pathetic
Humans
Now the time has come,
For me to say farewell
In the name of God, the son and the
Holy Ghost,
You know die
Darker: well, I hope you enjoyed it!! Please Review!!
