What Villains Are Made Of

When on the side of the devils, I tend to root for the psychotics.

Eyes of solemn only asylums acquire 
Arms of fire encased in hands of iron
Dire bonds of loyalty dimmed by pyres 

Solitarily confined until mind mimics sharks
A reaper, a creature housed in the horrid dark
Applauding death's performance, blood is the holy mark

The token and blemish worn for respect
A sign of success, blessed by Goddess Death
Known to slaughter all who oppress her caress

Craving terror and fright, squeals grant thrills
Taking unmeasured delight whenever life spills
His heart needs no greed, it desires to kill

Death from above, below and the sides
No where to hide from his soul-piercing eyes
Just cower and cry 'til your time comes, goodbye

Whether unhigned in the brain
Or calculated and sane
They're all nightmares the same 

The puppets of destruction, enemies of love
Massacres, mayhem, and blood-covered gloves
That's what the greatest villains are made of

Author's Note

Written 2 years ago.

Reviews

[AWickedMoon]

"slaughter all who oppress her caress" What an excellent line! Wonderful devious poem.

[Tory Steller]

Thank you! Glad you enjoyed it.