Title: When Sirens Call
A/N: A poem, reflecting my own personal observations on Silent Hill's infamous executioner and punisher, Pyramid Head.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Silent Hill, including its affiliated characters.
A creature of darkness neither living nor dead
The scrape of rusted metal, upon his approach they fled
He need not heed pleas of forgiveness nor anguish
For it is simply his duty to slay and banish
...
When sirens call prepare to run
For some time after he is sure to come
Within a broken reality he forever stumbles
A voiceless husk, he merely groans and mumbles
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The ring of metal and thwack of cleaved flesh
Congealed grime and raw inards meet and mesh
Relish he does in their agony and woe
Once slain and gutted he proceeds onward, flayed body in tow
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In search of those to mercilessly slay
He need not hunt by light of day
Blood soaked apparel and stench of decay
His flesh mutilated, lacerated and grey
...
The representation of impending demise
Fear is struck into mortals and all creatures alike
Blindly he stumbles for his eyes do not see
Yet he still senses the stench of lust and greed
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The weight of his atrocities and misdeeds forever seep
From the driven bolts on which his rusted prison sits deep
Sins and callousness, his to bear forever more
His passion, his duty to slay with abhor