Creator’s CreaturesA Poem by ((Teenage_Poet_Loser))Creatures leave the creator’s page, a place where dreams escape, Life is all but a reality, the stories a mere fantasy to tell lies, But all is true. Stories fill the air, a replacement for words, Characters walk through their stiffened limbs brought on by the sleep, Waken from it to a world of war and hate, tears roll down the paper, Black ink oozes from the wounds. Eyes close for the moment, but life continues, Life is drawn, life drawn, life, drawn… There is no end, no end to the creator’s imagination, Misfits joined with devils, angels mixed with animals People will see, look, laugh. Blindness in the eyes of a fool, the pictures of hatred burnt into him, The forced creatures of hate, the sombreness bestowed on him: A hated curse, an evil gift. He creates, he destroys, he kills. The war will end, creatures of will will die, The war will end when all is gone. This battle for life between creatures, The creator’s creatures.
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