Forever His Fantasy
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Mark R Slaughter
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Ah! my crusade is now violent in battle,
Cloaked with a grimace and catching its breath.
How to avenge bold comrades that perished,
Playing their role of commanders in death?
He with the talons - that serpentine figure -
Hell-bent on slaying in clearance of man.
I'll counter with fury, my only response, and
Wither his power - the core of my plan!
Such is this demon, engulfed in desire to
Crush for no reason to play out this game;
Maybe I too feel a flickering fire in
Seeking revenge; oh this dragon to maim!
Hark! 'tis an enclave of minions from Hell! My
Sword gleams with lust and is desperate to slice.
Forward I thunder to claim Man's redemption -
Foes now relenting as I hack and splice.
So hail the advancement of circuits and RAM, that
Man may fore'er in his fantasy be;
His women might suffer long nights of his absence;
But he needs his violence - his own killing spree.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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