An Outsider's Journal
Vitani
I see it
The Pridelands
It's so grand I see it out here
Despite the dust
That heavily roams like fog
As I see it, I bare my teeth
I mutter a curse at the ones there
Then I turn around
Because my home is here, in the wasteland
While they feast on fine prizes, a buffet of delicious meat fresh hunted
We must hunt desperately each day, hoping for some little field mice
Fighting for the leftovers, let's hope the bugs haven't devoured it yet
Tugging at the roots, to try my strength, I catch a glimpse of the Pridelands again
And I growl and hate them
For they banished us here
While they drink out of the clean water in the beautiful water hole
We must search for the little water to save in a weekly drought, and cannot take any for granted
My throat is parched with thirst
I hate them
The Pridelanders
Outsiders, are we?
Have they ever noticed how this place rots like heck?
How if we have lived all our lives here, the only colors we would've known would've been black, gray, and dirt-brown
How we feel like we would die any night
As I trudge into the creepy den, into my room for bedtime
I have to find a "comfortable" position
The ground is so hard and rough, and it never keeps still
There may be bugs crawling all over
Termites everywhere
And as I shut my eyes, I pray that
They will pay…the Pridelanders
They seem so proud, as if nothing's wrong with them
So blind are their eyes, so cold are their hearts
For as I struggle to sleep in this dungeon-style den
They sleep in a high place, with a window to great views
They sleep in peace, having more than enough room
Never worrying about the darkness
I hate them
I never met them, but I know well enough what they've done
And I must never forgive
For they are the reason I must live this life
For it's because of them that I feel better off dead
Luckily my mother has a plan
And they will indeed pay
That is the only thing I look forward to
Vengeance, sweet vengeance…