The past
This is just a poem I had in my head for sometime now and I wanted to write it down, It's based on the game Shadow the hedgehog.
Authors note: I do not own any SEGA charters in this Story and I probably never will sigh --
Shadows Pov:
As I look around I see blood everywhere I cannot help it but just tostare.
I take another glance and I see someone there.
I walk a little closer to see them with my care.
But as I walked towards them they punched me in the face.
I bleed heavily with blood running down my cheek.
I look up at my attacker and stare at them in the face.
It seems to be Black doom for I was betraying him in that case.
He gives me a smirk and then punches me in the jaw.
I skid across the road and and try to lift myself up.
He picks my weak body up by the throat and slowly suffcates me with a "ha"
I try to gasp for air but it seem that there is nonw there.
I grab him by his cloak and I kick him in his throat.
He screams out in misery, but all I do is feel pity.
This poor retched creature lying on the floor.
Blood smeared everywhere.
Across from the moor.
He looks at me with Despair but I really don't care.
He reaches out he's hand as if edging me to take it.
I seem to not give a damn while he dies in the moonlight.
I pick up mygun, and then brush some dirt off.
I walk away with head up .
I take one last glance at the past and then I get home at last.
How did you like this was it good? Bad? So-so? Well please tell me review I actually think it was pretty good myself for a first poem but it's your decision.