This is just a random poem I made one day in class, since there was nothing to do and I was thinking over I think the third or fourth Hellsing manga, and I was thinking about how Alucard can change, and how it was to be so power drunk, that he got kicked down to servant stat for abusing it so much since he leaves no hope. So in other words, he kills something in everything. I am thinking about making a few more poems to add to this one, but for now, it is done.
So if anyone would like to see more poems like this, please drop a review. Other than that, I have not yet written anymore.
DIS: Hellsing is not mine. It belongs to Kouta Hirano, along with all of his other, brillant works. So, please enjoy my fanfic poem.
Not Yet, My Death
His eyes like fire.
His teeth like fangs.
His smile... Vile and wicked.
Twisted and turned like crude oil in water.
Standing out among all of him.
Twisting and turning in darkness.
Stabbing and fighting the pitch black.
Look to the left,
Look to the right,
Nothing can be seen.
Eyes that watch for the wrong move.
Nothing can be seen.
Nothing can be seen...
He is like a shadow, and a fog.
Choosing to be seen when desired.
A flash of color of him here.
A flash of color of him there.
Deaths long, slender fingers grip Life...
Suffocating it and killing it.
There is no hope.
There is no escape now...