Heathen

Story by Mantrid_Brizon on SoFurry

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This poem describes April, a villain I have written into the stories Drag Me Down Again, and Perambulation.


Heathen

(02/09/2018)

You look upon this lady fair,

My slender frame; black pigtailed hair,

White and black; my fur is stripped,

Cobalt eyes light up the night,

Walking with the utmost grace

You see a very gentle face,

I look to you with toothy smile,

Few men can resist my wiles,

Those who do fall to the gun,

I often shoot it just for fun,

I use it nearly every day,

Oh, how I enjoy the fray,

But this is not the life I chose,

I strike a subtle villainous pose,

My minions serve me faithfully,

And cower at the sight of me,

I've killed too many to keep count,

Bodies piling like a mount,

Ending lives with my own hands,

But no one knows just who I am,

I walk in darkness and in light,

My true self hiding in plain sight,

I wear a mask so they won't see,

The good that lives inside of me,

An empathetic psychopath,

A moralistic sociopath,

A righteous unbeliever,

And an honest deceiver,

I spread the truth while telling lies,

All of myself I do despise,

I cheat and rob; give to the poor,

Then kick in someone else's door,

But every day the darkness grows,

I become the monster the others know,

What good that's left is dying fast,

The evil is alone at last,

My claws cut into tender meat,

A victim lying at my feet,

Chain them down; I rape and maim,

I hate how I enjoy their pain,

The violence is possessing me,

Destroying what might ever be,

Crying out as my heart breaks,

Their life was never mine to take,

But I'm trapped in a mental cell,

And burning in my private hell.

What is there to believe in?

I'm just a worthless heathen.