Post by sadly on Jun 25, 2012 6:38:26 GMT -6
What am I, truly?
To the wolves, a curse
To dragons, a bitter meal.
To all other beasts upon this land, a wretched blight.
But am I truly a monster, a evil creature?
That has glimmer of truth, my unnatural creation, my bloodlust, ever so keen.
If I was born of flaming brimstone, does that mean I must be evil?
I would ask my kind, the dumb brutes they are.Yet they speak in snarls, growls, their primal minds never ahead of the wishes of death and bloodshed. If my kind are savage brutes, am I?
But how can a monster have a heart? Feelings? Hope for a better tomorrow?
Yet, I have a killing urge, and when I am pushed to far, I wake, covered in blood, and wounds. But the blood is not just mine. The wolves could help, with their intellect, and high magic. But to them, I am a scourge to be destroyed. Perhaps they are right I should be destroyed.No! If I go to them, prove I am no monster, I could no longer be hunted. Yet, the wolves are bloodthirsty to. And yet they feel, dream, love even!
Philosophy is hard, I'm going to eat that deer flank I buried in the shinkou packlands
To the wolves, a curse
To dragons, a bitter meal.
To all other beasts upon this land, a wretched blight.
But am I truly a monster, a evil creature?
That has glimmer of truth, my unnatural creation, my bloodlust, ever so keen.
If I was born of flaming brimstone, does that mean I must be evil?
I would ask my kind, the dumb brutes they are.Yet they speak in snarls, growls, their primal minds never ahead of the wishes of death and bloodshed. If my kind are savage brutes, am I?
But how can a monster have a heart? Feelings? Hope for a better tomorrow?
Yet, I have a killing urge, and when I am pushed to far, I wake, covered in blood, and wounds. But the blood is not just mine. The wolves could help, with their intellect, and high magic. But to them, I am a scourge to be destroyed. Perhaps they are right I should be destroyed.No! If I go to them, prove I am no monster, I could no longer be hunted. Yet, the wolves are bloodthirsty to. And yet they feel, dream, love even!
Philosophy is hard, I'm going to eat that deer flank I buried in the shinkou packlands