MW: Hello people. Yes, I am working on my other stuff, HAVE NO FEAR, THEY SHALL BE UPDATED!
But you all are probably wondering, "Wolf, why are you posting this?" Well, on DA, one of us accidentally signed up for this 2P!Hetalia contest, so I figured, "Why not?" and wrote this during French class. Unlike my other Hetalia poem (which will one day be uploaded here), this one is actually doing well (three comments in under then minutes on DA- what sorcery is this?) so I figured that it was worthy to be put on here.
So . . . review?
Warnings: Disturbing themes, gore, violence
Disclaimer: I own this poem and nothing else.
'Ello poppet—
I saw that look in your eye
As I smiled
And showed you my knife.
So my sweet dear,
You fearfully grinned at me
And invited me
Not asking for my leave.
"My dear poppet,
I brought you lovely cupcakes.
They're full of love
Made just for today."
You're so grateful—
You pretend to be honored
But in your eyes
I saw the horror.
"Don't be afraid,"
I tell you, "My dear sweet poppet.
They are for you,
Won't you please try it?"
I saw your eye
Flicker down to my pale hands
To my stained knife
That killed a'many men.
You took a bite
And slowly began to chew.
I grinned and said,
"Poppet, I love you."
You were my love,
Poppet, that's why I killed you.
Love that can't die
Long after you do.
When your breath left
And your body long went cold,
I kissed your lips
And I touched your soul.
My sweet poppet,
As I ran my knife through you,
The love I felt
Shone brighter for you.
Your blood was red,
A beautiful shade—mind you.
It so described
How much I love you.
Please don't hate me,
I know you can understand:
Because you owned mine
Yours must reach an end.
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