Some More High School Poetry

Here's another poem that I wrote in high school. I was just playing with the rhythm in this one so the plot is a bit off. I like it anyway though. If you love it don't be afraid to show your affection. Take it harder on me though I was only a child when I wrote it.


To the death of a friend.

As I ponder weak and weary,
On a summer day most dreary,
A solemn jest that’s felt before
Has come to take a soul for more.

It comes to life and sits there waiting.
Sits there silently debating.
Ponders what for death may hide
For he who stalks and demons ride.

The master purpose of his hiding
Is contained while sit he chiding,
Chiding as some dog of reason
Pounding on one’s darkest door.

Then to answer such a calling
The waiting demon sits for mauling,
Waits to maul the scared and breathless
While his blood lay on the floor.
Then as blood flows out, and dripping
The demon sits there, gripping, ripping,
Sits there feasting ever grinning
Grinning at the human gore.

A knock, what ho! Approaching foot steps.
Feet methinks of men with purpose?
Purpose then and backed with hatred
Hatred for the human gore.

Crashing, my, a knock intrusive.
I flee in fright, hide, most elusive.
Hiding from the guns of men with
A fear of death and nothing more.

“A slaughter” says one.

“A death from some dark vile demon,
Dark as night and dumb as reason.
Has come from some depraved nightmare,
So thoughts of his shall we implore.

“Seek out reason through the madness,
Madness never seen before”.
But they shan’t for all that madness
Has bled itself upon the floor.

Has bled itself a pool of question,
Questions n’er asked before.
Questions ere this time of demons
Have let the minds of men explore.

Then as the laughing demon leaps he
Lands upon the men with glee,
Then dancing on their minds and guns they
Fall in laughter to the floor.

They lay there dancing, singing, smiling.
Lay there knowing, happy, waiting,
As the demon looms above them
And they join the human gore.