I don't own anything Riddick. I just love him, character flaws and all. :) A random poem I wrote recetly from the mindset of Riddick. Hope you like.
How many times will they chase,
How many lives are lost?
Is there and end to this darkness that consumes?
I don't know.
The dark hand of Fury resides in my soul.
It chases me through what dreams I follow.
Always running, Always looking.
Though I know not what it is I seek, except freedom.
Freedom, that which man desires, all men desire.
To easily taken and not so easily given.
I've chased my freedom, and taken other's away.
The beast within demands much.
Once there was one.
A small spark.
Hope ignighted into a flame.
Thought my freedom could be lived through the life of another.
I was wrong.
The Beast within won.