Friday, February 13, 2009
Vile
Two cloaks travel in the mist
A thunderstorm starts to boil...
One a king of arrogance
The other the queen intolerant of toil.
She hails of the land of those who, towards her, revere
Who's lives have been numbed so severe,
Emotion and Empathy left their souls.
Never again are they whole.
He comes from the palace, the smartest there dwell,
Yet their hearts no fuller than an empty well,
Genius and apathy condenses,
Love befuddles his senses.
The meeting of the two,
Marks the start of a reign of vile,
Where the people will hurt and kill
And yet still smile.
Evil breeds evil,
Lightning flashes fast,
The two friends turn into devils,
Their words hurt the vast.
The people are family,
Spare others this vile,
Before retribution arrives,
And you regret all the while.
Friend, you know they arent worth your time. =)
