Agents of Fate

I'll tell you what Hell is. I'll tell you when you're in it. Hell is when you find yourself saying these words.

GODDAMNIT I LOVE YOU!

 

DON'T MAKE ME DO THIS!

 

Don't make me choose....

 

Don't let it be.

Author's Note

Not really a poem, per say. But have you ever had the feeling where your head feels like it wants to be caught in a vise? Where you simply want to crush it? How the thought of a smith's hammer, hurtling towards your face and smashing in your teeth actually relieves you?

I think every time a gunslinger fires his weapon, every time a mage casts his spell, every time a swordsman cuts, and every time a person chooses, the thoughts come down to this.