Knight7770
Hippopotomonstrosesquiped aliophobia
- Reaction score
- 187
I Was, Once
I was, once;
The blackest killer of them all,
Before my weapon, they would fall.
All vice and torment spread from me,
The gruesome message of the banshee.
Absolute power did I evince,
Never did anyone attack me since.
I was the bringer of plague and pain,
I was the manifestation of everyone’s bane.
Oh, to stop me they tried their best,
But I squashed them like a little pest.
For those whom I killed, the death knells rang,
But the ringers had been slain with my horrible fang.
Soon, no life dared to move across my path,
They were all scared of my unyielding wrath.
I would have butchered all life that was there to kill,
Yet they all (foolish cowards!) hid from my stunning skill.
And so I was left with but myself to torment,
Yet self-torture did I circumvent.
Yes, I was left nothing more than a husk,
And so I remained until my life’s dusk.
Never again did I intend to destroy,
For doing so, I no longer enjoyed.
I could no longer employ these hands to slaughter,
No more did I want to, come hell or high water.
But throughout all this, my past still remained,
And because of this, I am forever pained.
I was, once.
I was, once;
The blackest killer of them all,
Before my weapon, they would fall.
All vice and torment spread from me,
The gruesome message of the banshee.
Absolute power did I evince,
Never did anyone attack me since.
I was the bringer of plague and pain,
I was the manifestation of everyone’s bane.
Oh, to stop me they tried their best,
But I squashed them like a little pest.
For those whom I killed, the death knells rang,
But the ringers had been slain with my horrible fang.
Soon, no life dared to move across my path,
They were all scared of my unyielding wrath.
I would have butchered all life that was there to kill,
Yet they all (foolish cowards!) hid from my stunning skill.
And so I was left with but myself to torment,
Yet self-torture did I circumvent.
Yes, I was left nothing more than a husk,
And so I remained until my life’s dusk.
Never again did I intend to destroy,
For doing so, I no longer enjoyed.
I could no longer employ these hands to slaughter,
No more did I want to, come hell or high water.
But throughout all this, my past still remained,
And because of this, I am forever pained.
I was, once.