Crooked Poems

[Crooked Rambler]

I'm open to constructive criticism and the like, I'd very much like to hear your opinions seeing as I don't have many people to show these to. Thanks in advance!

---

Monster

Once imprisoned, forever alone
On this accursed plane
Once a roaming menace
Now a recognised bane

I sit, and wait, and fester
It's all that I can do
I think of things I could have done
I think of me and you

Why did you desert me so?
What was it I had done?
I did what we agreed to do
But in the end you won

You won and left me rotting here
Seething over past
How dare you double cross me
Your victory will not last

For I will return to your world
Break free of this glass cage
Rape your world of life and mercy
In a future age

Once through with your pathetic world
I'll desecrate the dead
Rejoice I will upon your sight
Your dead eyes filled with dread

Until that time, do not forget
Our deal that you did break
Never knowing when I'll come
You'll pray for your own sake

[Crooked Rambler]

Another one for ya!

---

The Sea Dog

So little life left inside me, and now my fingers pry

So little life left inside me, and now the deck is dry

So wonderful, so beautiful, and yet the deep wood creaks

It grows amongst the darkened sea, it grows under the peaks

He crept to me, that dark figure, and there in shame I lay

Amongst the sea, amongst the sand, forever I will pay

I told him not to see that man, he drifted on the ocean

I told him not to see that man, he stirred upon his motion

Open eyes, empty stomach, he felt the dead witch call

He filled his belly more than should, his spirit did not fall

Once filled he told of prophecy, a treasure to behold

The greatest man has ever seen, the greatest we will hold

He told of beasts, and monstrous creatures, something that did delay

Horrible things in horrible darkness, things that would betray

Into darkness he did fall, deeper he did go

Deeper still into that black, submerged in thick limbo

He tried his best to fathom their work, and eventually he did sleep

For he did not have knowledge or passion, and this did make him weep

Five thousand days and five thousand nights, this ritual did continue

And still the man had not worked out the essence of this venue

For he was still upon the sea, he thought he had adrift

There was no telling what he was, his spirit had no lift