Vellum

Do you dare to cross swords with the beast?

Rip the bloody creature

Spill out all its core

Tear it up to shreds

And leave it for the birds.

Claw up the ugly narcissist

And snap its every bone

Fray its every fragment

And wait until its gone.

Cleave its every limb

And burst its every vessel

Dash its every plea

And knock its every trestle.

Mar its every twitching leftover

And blister its every cell

Rive its every hope

And send it straight to hell.

Cut the beast in half

And set the girl home free

Obliterate its existance

For the knight in shining armor has come, finally.

Author's Note

I was thinking this monster is the worse side of me, and I was going over what I would be like without my inner beast. What do you think?

Reviews

[Tai Ryens]

I suspect the companion you command was an aspect of yourself, as was the monster . . . I don't know, it sounds conflicting in the way the narrator feels in control of everything within the poem; and that you imagine you are slaying yourself, and you don't quite want to lose that part because it's a part of you . . .

[Riley Bray]

You're absolutely Tai, as per norm. It seems conflicting, because I think it really is. Those two feelings aren't too foreign to each other but its true they still stay strange, don't they? :)

[Wall of Words]

I really enjoyed this poem. The rhythm to the poem gives it a steady drum-like beat, and the descriptions make the story-line so vivid. I feel like I'm there, watching the sword flash, the claws scratch, the girl running home, and knight in bloody armor... it's wonderful.
Great job!
Sylvia.

[Riley Bray]

Thanks, I appreciate you giving me your time. :)

[She With Eyes Like Unsh..]

Very interesting. Great job!

[Riley Bray]

Thanks. :)