I had originally finished this earlier, and I was in love... I thought it one of the
best things I had ever done... then, I found out why brothers were created.... to
balance(destroy) my work. I don't like this version near as much, but meh, it will
have to do
I tried not to include a name in this poem, but it was so obvious(like all of the
others are, I'm sure) and I was confusing myself too so the is a name(gasp)
So now, I give you the long anticipated...
Corrupted
Wherever he goes,
All know his name
It stands for torment
And suffering pain
It wasn't always
This gruesome way
He used to control
His night and his day
Leading a group
Known as Black Wind
Committing controlled
Violent sins
Then his father fell victim
To the wrath of a man
Finding this killer
Was his highest command
He heard of a sword
That would help him destroy
His father's assassin
That was his ploy
He then found the blade
On a field in Spain
Staring intensely
Though teardrops of rain
So far he had come
So close to his goal
Little he knew
It would cost him his soul
A figure arose
In fire submerged
Challenging it
Our subject emerged
Victorious but
A voice then spoke
Naming self soul edge
And there to invoke
A hope in Siegfried
That his father would live
All he needed,
Was to give
The sword enough souls
And provide it a host
Siegfried agreed
Now he's a ghost
Now just a voice
In the head of a beast
No known as Nightmare
Evil released
Ravaging hate
took over his soul
Conscience be damned
It swallows him whole
So started the feast
Of souls to the sword
The slaughters, the raids
He was abhorred
In 3 years it ended
But the damage was done
He fought his swords rival
And he hadn't won
Regaining some sense
He saw the acts
He killed his father
And won't get him back
Nightmare is gone
But still holds a piece
He holds on to Siegfried
And will never cease
For when eyes are closed
The evil takes hold
Causing destruction
Claiming his soul
Unable to sleep
In fear of his actions
Everyone cowers
Even his factions
Still he tries to repent
For the evil he does
Leaves civilization
Only because
If he is alone,
He can't cause more pain
Taking the lives
In nothing but vain
SO now he wanders
Forever alone
No living family,
No standing home
best things I had ever done... then, I found out why brothers were created.... to
balance(destroy) my work. I don't like this version near as much, but meh, it will
have to do
I tried not to include a name in this poem, but it was so obvious(like all of the
others are, I'm sure) and I was confusing myself too so the is a name(gasp)
So now, I give you the long anticipated...
Corrupted
Wherever he goes,
All know his name
It stands for torment
And suffering pain
It wasn't always
This gruesome way
He used to control
His night and his day
Leading a group
Known as Black Wind
Committing controlled
Violent sins
Then his father fell victim
To the wrath of a man
Finding this killer
Was his highest command
He heard of a sword
That would help him destroy
His father's assassin
That was his ploy
He then found the blade
On a field in Spain
Staring intensely
Though teardrops of rain
So far he had come
So close to his goal
Little he knew
It would cost him his soul
A figure arose
In fire submerged
Challenging it
Our subject emerged
Victorious but
A voice then spoke
Naming self soul edge
And there to invoke
A hope in Siegfried
That his father would live
All he needed,
Was to give
The sword enough souls
And provide it a host
Siegfried agreed
Now he's a ghost
Now just a voice
In the head of a beast
No known as Nightmare
Evil released
Ravaging hate
took over his soul
Conscience be damned
It swallows him whole
So started the feast
Of souls to the sword
The slaughters, the raids
He was abhorred
In 3 years it ended
But the damage was done
He fought his swords rival
And he hadn't won
Regaining some sense
He saw the acts
He killed his father
And won't get him back
Nightmare is gone
But still holds a piece
He holds on to Siegfried
And will never cease
For when eyes are closed
The evil takes hold
Causing destruction
Claiming his soul
Unable to sleep
In fear of his actions
Everyone cowers
Even his factions
Still he tries to repent
For the evil he does
Leaves civilization
Only because
If he is alone,
He can't cause more pain
Taking the lives
In nothing but vain
SO now he wanders
Forever alone
No living family,
No standing home
