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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required When I see those eyes, They’re filled with lifeless lies. It’s no wonder his skin is like ice. He tells me, “Come closer,” His promise of wealth wins me over, But then I see the black blood running through his veins. He says, “Five years, then it’s time for more games.” It’s now year six, This monster finds comfort in the pain he inflicts. The tormenting things I’ve seen, His toxicity poisoning my dreams. It leaves me in a cold, wet sweat. He steals me away because of a forgotten debt, My pleas and sorrows pave the path to his inferno. In the distance I see a burrow, He leads me down the dark, wet cave, Fires emerge- I find myself wishing for my grave, They bathe my eyes, I shut them tight, But he promises that the fires won’t bite. I gaze into his Hell engulfed in raging flames, The fires beckon me closer with their playful games. My muscles tense and my body aches as his evils fill a dense lake, The bodies swimming give me life. I begin to see that maybe he’s all right. I feel my body start to change, A wave of power surges my derange. This Hell pries open up my eyes, It shows me all of his lifeless lies. It chills me to my very core, Just one sip from the sea of dead- and then I will be no more. The new air I breathe, The new scent I smell, It’s almost as if the Earth is now Hell. He fooled me just once, but the reward so sweet, Prepare for a fight- I can’t be beat. He thinks I’m grateful, but he shouldn’t hold his breath, Remember, “You have the black blood, I have the red.” The fury I have is stronger yet, He’s about to regret that forgotten debt. I’m losing control as reality slips, This boiling being flips the switch. I see a reflection- surely it can’t be me, Those must be his lifeless eyes rippling back at me. My stomach twists and my head spins, But I’m on a mission that requires a win. I’m in a dark hole- there’s no turning back, With one swift whack, I put a knife in his back.
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