This is a random poem I wrote at three in the morning. Enjoy!
Lone Power to Dairine
My name suits me.
I am powerful.
I am alone.
I am also deadly.
Few stand before me and live.
Count yourself fortunate, mortal.
Many underappreciate my creation.
You, Dairine, understand.
Without Death, there could be no Life.
It was in your Ordeal.
The mobiles planned to stop me,
But you revealed the truth.
And that mother of yours.
I know how much it hurt you,
When I took her life.
No matter what you may think,
I do not enjoy your pain.
When you hurt, I do too.
I wish that I could change.
Your sister gave me that chance,
But it's too late to turn back now.
I can't stop my invention,
Because in creating Death,
I myself have become it.
Well, gimmie some feedback!
BC
