My Wonderful Little Sister- A Poem for Katie
The sky's gone dim with despair, and the sun's gone blackas I hear the demons churring, do their voices ever stop? Their shouts rallying the hoard and signaling their attack,Invisible fangs knaw at my soul, their claws tear at my mindMy sins leave me open, my crimes baiting them on,I glance about in lost hope, but my mauraders mine eyes cannot find, If only I'd been good, if only from grace I had not fell,Guilt wracks my mind like shards of hail,As I slowly realize I'm a prisoner of my own hell, Reality blurs as I strike the wall, my sanity fading fast,When a shaft of light shines through a crack,I look through and find myself gazing into the distant past,Happier times where I knew not death, disgrace or fears,Days where we laughed and joked without a care,And talked about life as we pondered the future of our coming years,Life seems so worthless now, compared to the way it once was, But then I hear the demons again, They've gathered behind me, and their voices are now abuzz, What's this? They ask, a pure soul for fit for the taking?Finish this welp quickly so the real hunt can begin!As I hear their words I grit my teeth, and my fists begin quaking, Like a feral beast I lash out, the nearest one falls preyI break him against the floor, As the others watch stunned, and then leap into the fray, The taste of copper stains my tongue, my body throbs with pains,I wrestle one off my back, And claw him to the ground, as dark blood leak from his veins,Their flesh burns me as I touch, causing my paws to blister,But I won't stop, I'll fight them all,To protect you from them, my wonderful little sister ********************** 11:16 P.M. - Blackmon Residence It's funny, when I went snooping through Kyle's laptop I was sure I'd find porn hidden in a folder labeled "Boring School Stuff." Instead I found this little text file burried in with a bunch of his earlier works, most of them just fanfics from Elder Scrolls IV or Assassins Creed with the occassional porn one with only a four digit password guarding them. Huh, it's dated as last being edited in July...almost two years ago. He must've written this just before the war started and never got around to showing me. I wonder if he ever planned to? Regardless, I'll just e-mail myself a copy for safe keeping, and if he ever decides to show me I'll try to act surprised. I should also come up with some sort of surprise for him in the meantime...hmm.