Heed the Warning
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esp_dragonFandom: Original. Poetry
Summary: "Heed the warnings, read the signs.
There’s something wrong, there’s no more time."
Rating: K+
Notes: For my Creative Writing class.
Muahaha. Yeah. Poetry. Did the first two lines in a group in the class and the rest of it's my own (they were going for a 'ending relationship' type theme). Actually, I think I was the one who came up with the first two lines anyway.
I can see the .hack//sign and Kuroshitsuji influences here.
@___@ This 'only' took me two hours to do. Jeez. *headdesk*
It's... okay. I'm pleased with it, (c'mon, if I wasn't I wouldn't have put it up!) but I know I can do it a lot better. Then again, if I was doing this is prose... Hmm. Maybe re-write this in prose when I get the chance?
XD You can tell when I was using the rhyming dictionary can't you? And the lines get longer and longer. XD
Only two lines for the last stanza, because I have no idea how to end it with four. XD;;
As always, it was supposed to be short. *rolls eyes*
Genre: Supernatural/Horror(?)
Word count: 322
Status: Complete
Heed the warnings, read the signs.
There’s something wrong, there’s no more time.
There’s danger here, in past and present,
But you can’t see it; you’ve came and went.
Are you safe now? Are you sure?
You’ve been followed; it came from the moor.
It watches from the shadows, waiting for the right second.
Then it will strike, but first, it will beckon.
You didn’t believe that such a thing could exist.
There’s a person there, surrounded by mist.
He raises a hand, and smiles at you.
It’s too late now, there’s nothing you can do.
You don’t understand, why’s it so cold?
It doesn’t matter; you’re getting old.
The room grows dark, and his eyes glow red.
‘Come here,’ he says, arms outspread.
You do as you’re told, like in a dream,
But in your mind, one part screams.
He holds you in his arms, and says in your ear,
‘Don’t worry, I’ll make you disappear.
‘Away from the hurt, the loneliness, the pain.
Doesn’t that sound nice? Being free of the chains,
That people used against you, until everything’s gone,
But regrets of a wasted life, and they wonder why you’re withdrawn.’
He smiles, and looks you in the eyes.
‘So, do you want to say your goodbyes?’
‘No. There’s no-one here who cares about me.’
‘Ah, such a shame. Really, a pity.’
He hugs you again, breathing at your neck.
You shouldn’t be doing this, but you’re such a wreck.
He’s the first person to pay attention to you in a long while,
And he really does have quite a nice smile.
That’s when the pain hits, and you fall to the floor.
It’s everywhere; you can feel it, right at your core.
He smiles down at you, mouth dripping with blood.
Your head then hits the ground, with a final thud.
So, heed the warnings, and read the signs.
It could be you he’s after, the next time.
Summary: "Heed the warnings, read the signs.
There’s something wrong, there’s no more time."
Rating: K+
Notes: For my Creative Writing class.
Muahaha. Yeah. Poetry. Did the first two lines in a group in the class and the rest of it's my own (they were going for a 'ending relationship' type theme). Actually, I think I was the one who came up with the first two lines anyway.
I can see the .hack//sign and Kuroshitsuji influences here.
@___@ This 'only' took me two hours to do. Jeez. *headdesk*
It's... okay. I'm pleased with it, (c'mon, if I wasn't I wouldn't have put it up!) but I know I can do it a lot better. Then again, if I was doing this is prose... Hmm. Maybe re-write this in prose when I get the chance?
XD You can tell when I was using the rhyming dictionary can't you? And the lines get longer and longer. XD
Only two lines for the last stanza, because I have no idea how to end it with four. XD;;
As always, it was supposed to be short. *rolls eyes*
Genre: Supernatural/Horror(?)
Word count: 322
Status: Complete
Heed the warnings, read the signs.
There’s something wrong, there’s no more time.
There’s danger here, in past and present,
But you can’t see it; you’ve came and went.
Are you safe now? Are you sure?
You’ve been followed; it came from the moor.
It watches from the shadows, waiting for the right second.
Then it will strike, but first, it will beckon.
You didn’t believe that such a thing could exist.
There’s a person there, surrounded by mist.
He raises a hand, and smiles at you.
It’s too late now, there’s nothing you can do.
You don’t understand, why’s it so cold?
It doesn’t matter; you’re getting old.
The room grows dark, and his eyes glow red.
‘Come here,’ he says, arms outspread.
You do as you’re told, like in a dream,
But in your mind, one part screams.
He holds you in his arms, and says in your ear,
‘Don’t worry, I’ll make you disappear.
‘Away from the hurt, the loneliness, the pain.
Doesn’t that sound nice? Being free of the chains,
That people used against you, until everything’s gone,
But regrets of a wasted life, and they wonder why you’re withdrawn.’
He smiles, and looks you in the eyes.
‘So, do you want to say your goodbyes?’
‘No. There’s no-one here who cares about me.’
‘Ah, such a shame. Really, a pity.’
He hugs you again, breathing at your neck.
You shouldn’t be doing this, but you’re such a wreck.
He’s the first person to pay attention to you in a long while,
And he really does have quite a nice smile.
That’s when the pain hits, and you fall to the floor.
It’s everywhere; you can feel it, right at your core.
He smiles down at you, mouth dripping with blood.
Your head then hits the ground, with a final thud.
So, heed the warnings, and read the signs.
It could be you he’s after, the next time.