This is based off of a popular style of writing during the Renaissance, I got the idea after watching Criminal Minds, hence the catagory.
Who are you? What do you want?
Where did you come from and why do you haunt?
I have come to collect what is rightfully mine,
They seem to last the longest, your kind.
While the innocent die young,
I shall not leave this land, until my deed is done.
Leave you vile beast and don't return, no one needs you here!
You wreck the lives of thousands and in hearts, plant fear!
You silly little mortal, can you not see?
The very thing your race needs is quite simply me.
Oh please! Oh please, I beg,
Do not let me fall victim to this mighty plague!
Have you not learned yet?
No one on this planet is safe from my threat.
The poor, the rich, the old, the young.
The mother, the father, the daughter, the son.
The skinny, the fat, the short, the tall.
Not one can escape my mighty call.
But what about my family, my companions, my mate?
What will they do if this is my fate?
And surely I can't leave my prized possessions,
Every which one that has taught me a lesson.
Ha! I laugh at your so called "lessons"!
They leave the most horrible impressions.
That the only thing they've taught,
Is how not to get caught.
When you were committing deadly your sins,
The very things you thought made you win.
How dare you accuse me of such heinous crimes!
How long have you rehearsed those deceiving lines?
The same length it took for you to commit the Capitol Vices,
Your acts with the men who treated you the nicest.
Your vast collections of things you surely don't need,
Yes, your insatiable greed.
You hire others to do your job,
You contain the anger of an entire mob,
You hate those who have more,
And claim to be better than those who are poor.
So what if I did what you claim of me?
I can't enjoy life peacefully?
Do you know what happens to such people as you?
And what they pay for their dues?
They live a fiery eternity,
Fit for you after you're claimed by me.
Oh, please forgive me of my sins,
I am sorry for those happenings.
Forgiveness is for those who are sorry,
Not the ones who make up stories.
Give in now, we need to hurry.
And please, do not worry.
For all around there won't be much sorrow,
If you do not wake up tomorrow.
So lay right down and close your eyes,
And say your silent prayer goodbye.
And please my child, do not cry,
As you slowly, slowly leave this lie.
Virtual lap dance if you can guess what this is about (it's quite easy when you read between the lines, this poem is all implications anyways) Read and Review!