Vengence

A poem about a King who sold his family for power, only for his son, now transformed into a beast, to return and kill him.

Beware, beware,

The howling in the night.

Furious and hungry

It induces instinctive fright.

 

Take heed, take heed,

The betrayal from your hand.

You sold them away,

For mere wealth, power, and land.

 

Beware, beware,

The scratches on the trees.

Deep, rough, and ragged,

A powerful beast hunts thee.

 

Take heed, take heed,

The darkness of the room.

No knights to protect you,

Shadows menacingly loom.

 

Beware, beware,

The claws on the stones.

Clicking and clacking,

As it draws closer to your throne.

Take heed, take heed,

The King who sits all alone.

No family to love him,

He reaps what he has sown.

 

Beware, beware,

The crimson eyes in the gloom.

Staring deep into your soul,

Coming to deliver unto you, your doom.

 

Take heed, take heed,

This lesson I do spin.

For no wealth, power, or land,

Is more valuable than the love of your kin.

 

Beware, beware,

The howling in the night.

Satiated and calm,

The son disappears, with dawn’s new light.

 

 

Author's Note

I originally was going to make this into like, a folklore poem about some supernatural monster. Do you think/have any ideas on how the "beast" parts could be re-written to be more symbolic, rather than literal?