Making of A Monster

My leap of faith ended not in glory,
Imperfect.. Drowned in misery,
Chose never to get back up,
Rested my hands in fate’s instead,
Be it in comfort, be it in dread,

Stood all alone in the mists of time,
Watched generations roll past mine,
Once in a while a star caught fire,
And radiated bright,
A king or queen in their own right,
The worthy ones who made it throught the fight.

I stood far away and watched,
A shade in the shadows,
The thorn in the glittering meadows,
Turned and crawled back to my cave,
An outcast, justice with whom would not behave,

In those forlorn dark depths a decree,
Was bestowed down upon me,
Chaos screamed in my mind like a banshee,
No! No more would I flee,
It was then, that I realised my destiny,
Evil was the dimension whose king I would be,

And then the monstrosity splashed it’s harpoon,
Beloved,…
Valley of Death...
Doubt not thee..
The evil within me...

On towards the sanctum where there is end in sins...
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this is where my reign begins.

Yours Faithfully,

~Aximili

(This post is as vague a
reference as possible, to struggles in my life that changed perspectives. This was one of my first pieces.
People told me that the end was negative energy.
But I feel that success and what is right or wrong is only a matter of perspective and
the only thing that prevents the psychopath in us in every cell of us from breaking out and eating each other are the shreds of sanity and morality that we try our best to hold onto, but secretly like to let go.)

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