Silent Hill: Dismember The Days
Poem 22: Pyramid Head, The Foe With A Judgment
It was festive to watch them squirm.
It was an honor to take them down.
It is pitiable that man does not learn.
It is great that I throne this town…
They will always be faced with devastating gloom.
They will have to come to terms with their end.
They are hanging there in wait while I cast their doom.
They are the vile of sin that I must readily send…
He cannot downcast my cause.
He cannot overthrow my worth.
He will not dream up what he unmistakably sought.
He will not evade my identifiable world of hurt…
I have a desperate loom about me.
I have an apparent, sickly scent.
I am the soul reader and grim reaper in your dream.
I am the plausible Pyramid Head, the foe with a judgment.
END: POEM TWENTY-TWO
This was a request.
Sexy, no?
Oh, yeah, someone requested Stanley Coleman!
I have finished such a poem and it will be posted!
Thank you, and please keep requesting and reviewing.
I think even poems on the locations would be a sweet idea, too… like the hospital, the school… hmm… lemme know!