The Menace

Its sharp jeweled eyes stare you down,
Its horns creating a menacing crown,
Its teeth, all long, serrated swords,
Its mouth that devours peasant and lord!

Do not falter, strike for the neck,
For the fire is sure on its way,
If you do not dispatch the head,
This menace will finish its prey!

It’s taken your peasants, your farm, your wife,
Your livestock, your horse, it comes for your life,
With your will to live, defy its will to kill,
Decapitate it quickly, with a cry so shrill!





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Brian_Lambert said...
May 26, 2010 at 9:54 pm
This is good... sadly i have an issue with it.. nothing to major though :)  The Rhyme scheme seems kind of forced to me, I don't know if it was or not, but it might be something you want to look at, maybe try breaking the scheme ( I do it all the time, and people don't seem to mind to much.) Other than that, good work :)
 
Joe B. replied...
May 26, 2010 at 10:19 pm
oh, i see what u mean.
 
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