Jack in the Box
by BlackRoseDragonCK
Category: Metal Gear
Genre: Horror, Poetry
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2013-10-29
Updated: 2013-10-29
Packaged: 2013-11-24 19:34:02
Rating: T
Chapters: 1
Words: 387
Publisher: .net
Story URL: s/9804537/1/
Author URL: u/3167935/BlackRoseDragonCK
Summary: One-shot Halloween poem. Round and round they went...an endless loop, a ring of destruction. There was no Ripper without Jack...could there be Jack without a Ripper?
Jack in the Box
**I DO NOT OWN METAL GEAR**
**What's up :)? I know it's not Halloween yet, but I keep forgetting to post this story. This is a creepy poem told in Jack the Ripper's perspective about Raiden's constant mental battle. Hope you enjoy and Happy Halloween :)!**
**XXX**
He breathes. I breathe. He blinks. I blink.
His hearts beats fast. Mine does the same.
His words are true, untainted, just.
I smirk. I know this foolish game.
He traps me in his little box.
Tightly coiled and ready to spring.
A grim surprise. What sets me off
Could be the smallest, meanest thing.
Why strain yourself, good half of me?
Why squander precious time in vain?
He's always been the stubborn kind
And once again, we play this game.
A merry match of hide and seek.
Conceal yourself-I will find you.
A round of tag to tax the heart.
Godspeed, my friend-I will catch you.
His efforts wither idly.
His trust's a waste. His hope-futile.
Uncanny strength is but a ruse
In the face of the Ripper's guile.
I am the king of games, you see.
By Lady Luck I am favored.
The foolish man-he thought he'd won.
A false victory he savored.
For I was merely holding out,
Seeking my opportunity.
It came like lighting striking ground.
Fast, one-of-a-kind, and deadly.
Around and round the cobbler's bench
The monkey chased that old weasel.
The song that signals my return.
What makes me pop? Debatable.
The gruesome tide of crimson blood?
Machines of war piercing the sky?
Palpable good and evil's clash?
A song of death-my lullaby?
One to tip the mighty iceberg.
All combined compound the fracture.
Either or-which one will it be?
His scarred heart I'll soon enrapture.
It matters not how sharp his blade
Nor does the firmness of his will.
I'll be there through each laugh and sigh,
Each act of love, each brutal kill.
So 'round and 'round the cobbler's bench
The Ripper hunts while Raiden flees.
'Ole Jack thinks it is all in glee
And pop! goes Raiden's sanity.
**Haha hopefully it's creepy...I hope you enjoyed and please review :D! Please no flames.
**I DO NOT OWN METAL GEAR**
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