Amos Greywind Posted May 11, 2003 Report Share Posted May 11, 2003 Aversion By Amos Greywind Scorn burns within ones soul, As their eyes darken with vice, They become savage and cruel, They become monster from mice. Their fists ball, soaked with rancor, The gates to hell swing wide and darken the skies, And the blood within their veins doth boil, As they distort, twist, and bend through its lies. From peace they become war, From absolute they become tainted, From generous they become ravenous, So that all that once was pure has fainted. The fiend within the mind, Taints the body and sense, It drives us to derangement, It drives us over the fence. It is detestation, It is malevolence, It is enmity, It is abhorrence. It is… Hatred. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shadow of the Butterfly Posted May 12, 2003 Report Share Posted May 12, 2003 Wow... breathtaking... bravo and well done! Give us more. *claps enthusiastically* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Peredhil Posted May 13, 2003 Report Share Posted May 13, 2003 Interesting word sketch of an emotion... Monsters from mice? heh, caught my attention with that line and I *had* to continue reading. don't be afraid to use apostrophes! (ones -- one's) -P Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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