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Lamentations of a monster
Blood pounds in your ears, panic fills your veins
Matching with new dried red stains
Black bones entwined in sinewy muscle and furs
Careening through the trees, still silent and undisturbed
You could be a brother, a father, a daughter or mother
But now, none of that matters
You are just prey for the other,
The demon with blue eyes pulls you from the trees
With nets and guns shinning through fallen leaves
Eyes feel pain as tears eat away at your eyes
In one moment, you see through the other side
With no remorse, you take the Beast
The monster who makes humans their feast
This must be justice, as has been foretold
Yet such action leads to a path of gold
And false promises in Hunters’ wake
Your curious as to how much you can take
At once your back hunted again,
And lo, find it to be just a monster’s lament
Your vision blurs, and the moon starts to fade,
The Monster has left with your last serenade
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This was actually the first piece I did senior year, in my final grade school English class. When I walked into the classroom, expectations in my own head were to be the bottom rung of the ladder, the "weak link." However within the class I found myself typing one page, then two. I suppose what Im trying to convey here is that it can be a fatal flaw to underestimate and compare yourself, and if you do you can never see what progress you make. Thank you for reading!
-a grateful oni