Gunslinger, hellspawn
Thrived from Bane, a Western town
He was a preacher in his prime
To saving souls, he gave his time
Condemned to death, but done no crime
For, he was framed in gleam of dime
A murderer, he was then called
So, to the devil, his soul, he sold
In deathly rope, he died in pain
But from the dead, he rose again
For, he must make some wrong things right
So to his gun, he clung so tight
In dark of night and light of day
He's meant to venge, he's meant to slay
With gun in hand, he shoots to kill
Those fools who made his blood spill
April 28, 2023
Spawn Variants Poetry Contest (7th place)
Sponsored By: Robert James Liguori
Categories:
venge, hero,
Form: Rhyme
K indly open your heart
U nderstand me
N ot just hear me
D on't make it obvious
A mend your judgement
C astigate me yes, But
H ang me not
A venge bitterly
M urder me not
A pprehend my conscious
T ame the animal in me
E xorcise my demons
T ake me to your church
E mancipate my soul
Categories:
venge, deep, discrimination, introspection, repetition,
Form: Acrostic
God in his sovereignty
The armor of God is left to avenge
My helmet gets clogged in such a venge;
We till the soil yet wait for the water to boil
God in his sovereignty & joy
We draw lines in the sand to understand
Yet for the sake of God we will stand
Inside we fall short of all known reasoning
Many don't know or care where they are headed
Some are embarassed in part
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Gone are the days we used to frolic in our haze;
Today we are being stuck in a maze,
God in his sovereignty others are amazed,
With each new step they take a number will fade....
A choice by which to bare its frame,
While the intire world today is totally insane !
Categories:
venge, adventure, art, childhood, dedication,
Form: Free verse