~The Unknown Fate~

The title says it all.

To my precious darling,

I felt my spine tingling,

Walking to your place on a grimsome night,

I planned my way to get out of sight,

My palms are sweating, gripping my blade,

Breathing hard through my white mask, I'm about to faint,

Coming into your room, there you laid,

Pounded on your bed, it's time to play,

Slit your thoart, no need to hear you scream,

The blood squirts onto my mask, my life is complete,

Cutting your stomach, the katakana symbol,

The word "Dragon", now my body's about to tremble,

Cause this dragon is ready to draw her from her back to slay this knight,

But the sun is coming soon to shine it's light,

Opening your chest, there's the heart,

Beating slowly as your life is about to depart,

Two quick cuts to the fading organ, watching it stops aburtly,

Tasting the blood from the blade, giggling,

Swaying myself to the window to my anonymous spot,

Leaving you there to rot...

Reviews

[CT]

Oh, the horror! This is so terrible! You are obviously some sort of sociopath who should be committed to a mental institution immediately! Nah, just joking. I like it. Is it wrong? A bit. Screwed up? Most definitely. Good? Hell yeah! The poem is composed well and flows nicely. The words you use work well and rarely seem forced, and the details are handled nicely. Good poem. Keep writin', my friend.

[J Todd Underhill]

Love it, That is the beautiful thing about the act of writing, you can kill someone multiple times, you can exact revenge, you can destroy their lives. The only limit is your own imagination. Yours is Wondrous indeed, The poor sap that was the object of this poem obviously had it coming to him. Hell hath no fury like a poetess scorned. I must admit this poem grabbed my attention due to the cryptic title but it held my attention all the way through because of the writing.