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Koi -> RE: Poetry: The musings of a Koi. (4/10/2010 20:03:53)
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The Ode of the Sparkle Slayer:
Way back yonder, in a small quiet town,
Did live a man of no great renown.
An average farmer who worked for his bread,
Not going backwards, nor getting ahead.
A wife and child did this young man possess,
And so always he had love's gentle caress.
However, one eve did tragedy's blight,
Descend on the man in the dead of the night.
While the man had been away on a stroll,
A lone vampire strode into his house like a vole.
With a smirk on his face, and black in his heart,
Did he roust the man's wife with a terrible start.
The woman, she screamed, but the creature of dread,
Painted her walls with the color of red.
But he wasn't done...Most certainly not.
For the creature next approached the man's little tot.
In a manner of scene too horrible to describe,
Did the small child's vitae the vampire imbibe.
And once he was done, the vampiric louse,
Did the poor young farmer enter his house.
With a shout of surprise, and a cry of rage,
Did the inhuman creature the farmer engage.
But with a flick of his wrist, and a glint of his teeth
The vampire knocked him aside like a leaf.
"Lucky for you," The dread creature said,
"I no longer hunger...I've already fed."
The farmer just grunted, he could do no more,
As he lay there broken on the cold wooden floor.
The vampire chuckled, and left the small home;
Now the poor farmer was all on his own.
The last thing he saw, as the creature strode away,
Was that his skin glimmered, as bright as the day.
As the man closed his eyes, he swore on his life;
That he'd get revenge for his child and wife.
End part the first.
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