22 August 2012
Unbeknownst to those that did, Unto me their gracious deed. Left me that I may bleed, For sowing an idea, a seed.
Walk thou with gracious care, The path of your sickly fare, Look not for I am there, Foolishly killed out of fear.
And lo my will doth transpire, Apologies I do not require, I set upon you my vengeful fire, Accelerating you to expire.
I'll find your friends, they can not hide, Throughout this realm, my spirit spy, In low tide you did abide, I asked the waters to help you die.
One was left, the one who led, The same one, on me had fed, And caused for me to be bled, Consequently, I was now dead.
But deaths frail grasp could not keep me, And through the gates I broke free, Condemned was what they called me, Still I stalked my prey anxiously.
I showed myself to his distress, His cries and pleas did not impress, I walked to him and firmly press, My hand through, his heartless chest.
The deed was done and I sought rest, But with other spirits did I wrest, Myself restrained by recent guests, I caused their deaths and they were vexed.
© 2012 by Pthasse Amadeus
Vexed • Opuss № I