Beautiful creatures

poem

Beautiful creatures,
They really are,
Shunned by the humans,
Who gave them their scars.

Pushed to be Vicious,
By a world so cruel.
To protect from the hate,
Their claws are a tool.

Being hated and feared,
has turned them sour,
Is there no love,
For the beasts of such power?

They are protective and proud,
Of their heritage,
This will never go away,
Till they die of age.

You can fight them all you want,
Till the brink of death,
They will embrace freedom,
Till their very last breath.

Author's Note

what do you think of the dialogue, etc

Reviews

[Albyaino]

The use of negative language really draws me in, for I can relate to some of the dialogue within this, a very good job :)