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Shall I Bring You Despair?

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WordOfChen

Published: Aug 23, 2013

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And so it has come to this.

The great hero stands poised,

Sword pointed at the demon king.

It is the stuff of legends is it not?

Yet, my objective is already complete.

For I am not a simple nightmare drawn from your feeble fairy tales.

Think about it, if indeed you can:

Today you'll kill me,

And raise my head before a baying crowd.

You'll show your acquisition proudly

And the people will welcome you.

In the first weeks,

There will be feasts and festivals.

Dancing and debauchery.

All to celebrate the hero's victory.

And then?

Then you'll become a king,

And eventually an emperor.

You will rule all the lands with fairness and equality.

A god amongst kings!

Yet something disturbs you...

Day by day you see the politics of the nobility.

You see them vying for power; to grow their wealth.

You see the peasants and the poor still walking the streets.

And you begin to doubt yourself.

No, it can't be!

You'll scream at the mirror as you make for the chapels.

Yet even here you see the halls bedecked with gold -

Priests wearing the finest of robes

And wealth aplenty, coming from the poor box...

Strange - the laughter of the children is no different,

Yet the people behave as though they've gone mad.

Have they forgotten what it was like just few short years ago?

Of course they have...

The seeds of chaos which I once drew toward me,

Have shattered and flown back to the humans from which they came.

The bandits, the tyrants, the crime lords and the rogues.

Once they fought under my banner,

but now they flood your cities.

Once I held absolute control over them,

But now they are driven by their instincts.

Yet they are not devilish like my children;

They are not clothed in the skin of horrors and fear.

They are human and so you'll welcome them,

As the seeds of chaos sprout and bloom within each and every one of you.

Poor little boy...

Even with a beard as white as snow;

You'll weep...

You'll curse the heavens and hide your tears in the rain;

Where I will drink them, as I watch your despair.

For even if you attempt to fight it, even if you so vehemently deny it.

Nature itself will see it occur.

...So go ahead then,

Slay me.

SLAUGHTER ME!

Plunge your blade into my chest and rip the life from my body!

But know that in doing so,

You will become me...

For the absolute truth, is inescapable:

I was never your demon...

I was always your protector.

Link to the audio version of this poem (Used my demon hiss for this one): snd.sc/15gXZTd

Ladies and Gentlemen,

T'day we have a commission fer

- An interestin' lass from Canada who dabbles mostly in the written works.

Now first ye'll notice me pirate accent's back, HURRAY! x'D

Second, this poem is a very very loose sort of continuation t' me recent written piece 'We need Villains NOT heroes'. I wanted to run with that idea and since the theme requested was a dark piece, I chose to do something like this :3. Hope ye all enjoy it ^^

If ever you need literature or a poem commission, don't ferget that I'm th' pirate t' do it