POEM 6 (Kapoy gid bi ako kahapon.) This is dedicated to all old maids (LAON) out there, especially, to some of the teachers who feel bitter. This is my way of saying, I understand what you are going through. ^_^ . Villain By Lord Mothson . Everyones eyes are balls of flame, Fatal red when they hear my name, Their hearts turn blind, their words worse, As they honor me with a curse. They say Im evil, wicked, and vile, They say to hell, I should be exiled, For I have destroyed their peaceful lives, Spread pain and panic as I arrived. . But I cant blame them for what is true, Im foul and wretched--heartless, too. For I have been the rudest of rude, For long was the time when I was good. . I enjoy the sight of bloodsheds, When I put men on their deathbeds, I love to ruin christenings, And scare off majesties and kings. My laugh so shrill echoes so loud, All hide in fear and I feel so proud. And as I pass by, they run away, In the hope of seeing another day. . I dont have friends--the hell I care, I can live by myself, I swear, Solitude is my only dear, As each day pass, as future nears. . But when Im done, to my lair I go, With my heart heavy with great sorrow, I take off my mask of wickedness, Revealing my soul, frail with sadness. I look at the mirror and cry, For I cant fool myself, cant lie, That beneath my body of snake, Sleeps an angel, hoping to wake. . Once, I was a princess in my tale, It was a failure, my love was flailed, My prince came not, I waited in vain, My mind and heart was broken in pain. . What they knew not was that when I sleep, The souls I killed, I mourn for and weep, And in my dreams, I think of glad things, Of hope and love and happy endings. But nothing lasts and so, I wake, Leaving my short-lived joy to break, My dreams, I crush; My mask, I wear, With a rockhard heart, I leave my lair. . I threat, I kill; I sigh, I cry, Im just a pest. When can I die? I only want the world to taste, My wretched life, my life of waste. . Jealousy devours me when I see, A prince and dame wedded happily, Why was I deprived of that chapter, Of that Happily Ever After? But Im guessing you cant have all, Others have big while yours is small, It was True Love, in my case, Stolen from me in all my days. . And yes, I will live, though I am dead, Covering the scars with my hatred, Waiting for the hero that will slay, The villain who was a princess yesterday.
Posted on: Sat, 24 Jan 2015 13:39:20 +0000
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