Mark of the Demon
My arm is aching....
I stare at the black mark
That is burned into my flesh
I am dying....
I feel the curse
As it spreads throughout my body
My heart is aching....
I look out upon the forest
And I think of her
I cannot choose....
Do I join the people?
Or do I join the animals?
The mark of the demon
A horrible curse
Will it ever be lifted?
Or will it get worse?
Even with its power
I feel so weak
So the Great Forest Spirit
I did seek
It healed the bullet wound
That caused me pain
But the demon mark
Still remains
The more I look at it
The more it cries
'Stop fighting Ashitaka,
You shall die!'
I know it is useless
My fight is in vain
For despite all my efforts
I will die in pain
AN: For all of those who read this, I do realize that the poem does not rhyme until half way through. Why? Because I damn well felt like it! Hehe, sorry about that...anymew, sometimes I write poems that start off one way and end another, if you get my drift. Like this one. It started off without rhyme and half way through it began to rhyme. And for all of those who think that's a crappy idea and spoils the poem, good for you! I happen to think that it's a creative idea and I'm not going to change it just so you can be happy. Now that I've finished spazing for no good reason, I hope you have a very nice day!
~Theo G
My arm is aching....
I stare at the black mark
That is burned into my flesh
I am dying....
I feel the curse
As it spreads throughout my body
My heart is aching....
I look out upon the forest
And I think of her
I cannot choose....
Do I join the people?
Or do I join the animals?
The mark of the demon
A horrible curse
Will it ever be lifted?
Or will it get worse?
Even with its power
I feel so weak
So the Great Forest Spirit
I did seek
It healed the bullet wound
That caused me pain
But the demon mark
Still remains
The more I look at it
The more it cries
'Stop fighting Ashitaka,
You shall die!'
I know it is useless
My fight is in vain
For despite all my efforts
I will die in pain
AN: For all of those who read this, I do realize that the poem does not rhyme until half way through. Why? Because I damn well felt like it! Hehe, sorry about that...anymew, sometimes I write poems that start off one way and end another, if you get my drift. Like this one. It started off without rhyme and half way through it began to rhyme. And for all of those who think that's a crappy idea and spoils the poem, good for you! I happen to think that it's a creative idea and I'm not going to change it just so you can be happy. Now that I've finished spazing for no good reason, I hope you have a very nice day!
~Theo G