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Afterlife Among the Damned
Expecting he would burn in hell,
He befriended Satan and
They knew each other well.
He prepared for the final bell,
Afterlife among the damned,
Expecting he would burn in hell.
Bamboozled by Diablo’s spell,
He thought he was in command.
They knew each other well.
On the day his death befell
The hereafter didn’t go as planned.
Expecting he would burn in hell,
He was promptly placed in a cell
At Lucifer’s demand.
They knew each other well.
Never would some ne’er-do-well
Serve as his majesty’s hand.
Expecting he would burn in hell,
They knew each other well.
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Baan the Deathlord
Slayer of men, Baan the Deathlord,
Most fearsome of the dragon horde.
The harbinger of violence,
He’s a killer of innocence.
For thousands of years he has soared,
Slayer of men, Baan the Deathlord,
Plucking infants from mother’s arms
With no remorse for those he harms.
Few who behold him live to tell
The story of their brush with hell.
Slayer of men, Baan the Deathlord,
He’s immune to a mortal’s sword.
In charred rubble he leaves behind
The ruination of mankind.
A wrathful beast to be abhorred,
Slayer of men, Baan the Deathlord.
~Baan the Deathlord will make his return. Watch for upcoming posts in the “Mayhem Universe” category. Our superheroes will be joining forces soon. Their combined powers will draw attention and ire from Baan.
Photo Subject: Spike-Backed River Dragon by Arend Smith, a magnificent ArtPrize 2014 entry. Mayhem Universe’s Baan is a red dragon, so I sullied Mr. Smith’s masterpiece with a bit of photo editing. Here is his stunning creation in its intended color.
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If Only I Could Fly
If only I could fly,
There’s nothing that I wouldn’t see.
The world couldn’t pass me by,
It’d barely keep up with me.
There’s nothing that I wouldn’t see.
I’d soar around the planet.
It’d barely keep up with me,
I would pilot lands that span it.
I’d soar around the planet.
I would rocket to the moon.
I would pilot lands that span it,
Then I’d be gone too soon.
I would rocket to the moon,
Ascending toward the sun.
Then I’d be gone too soon
On to my next mission.
Ascending toward the sun
With my sights upon the stars.
On to my next mission,
Navigating quasars.
With my sights upon the stars,
The world couldn’t pass me by.
Navigating quasars,
If only I could fly.
After I thought I completed this poem, it occurred to me: if I add stanzas detailing each “stop”, it might make a decent children’s book. So, add that to the list of open projects. Finish this poem as a children’s book. Find someone to illustrate it.
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Tunnel Vision
My world orbits around your star,
As I admire you from afar.
Untouchable just like the sun,
You give to me tunnel vision.
I don’t see others pass me by.
It is for your love that I vie.
As if you are the only one,
You give to me tunnel vision.
Open your eyes so you can see
The blinding hold you have on me.
Notice me or I’ll come undone.
You give to me tunnel vision.
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Carrie Mayhem 