"My Seething Carcass"
by Bob
fighting malice towards the light
brought on by the color of my core
wasting away, i am enticed to ponder
about the futile aims of my defense
i cannot spend the time to think
or the enemy will drag me back
a place still coated about me
as i constantly crawl away
some say the legendary hellfire,
burning the creatures born of hatred and lust,
are rays of celestial love, shining from heaven,
mutilating the ones who gave in to think
about the futility of escape
i will not be one who remains
trapped by the first demons they encountered
if not a King crowned in victorious glory,
a fabled warrior,
whose seething carcass lies atop
a mountainous pile of smoldering carrion
all that remains
of the countless demons i have slain
pondering the futility of escape
forever.