I love writing poetry. Recently I wrote a poem about Richtofen and wanted to share it with you! So I hope you enjoy!
The King of the dead.
He reigns from his throne,
He is the master of the dead.
He stands tall on every single bone,
Of those he has killed and bled
He loves nothing but pain,
His entire life driven to one goal.
His lust for blood has made him insane,
Increasing the death toll.
At misery he will always laugh,
For no one he cries.
Washing the world in a bloody bath,
Everyone dies.
Twisted is his hateful heart,
His soul is black as night.
He is genius smart,
Taking pleasure from the fright.
Lacking human reason,
He cannot be trusted.
He is here through treason,
Through several hearts, his knife has thrusted.
To him, the dead are subjected,
They follow his lead.
He is not in any way effected,
By this terrible deed.
He is the king of the dead,
Is there nothing left that can be saved?
His hands are forever stained red,
To darkness his mind is eternally enslaved.
So, prepare for dark days,
The world is falling.
Dangerous in so many ways,
For blood, he is calling.
Now he owns it all
In the darkness a candle is lit
To him, all will surely fall.
It's up to four heroes to stop it!
What'd you think? I mostly wrote this because I was bored and felt like working on something new. R&R!