Beast of burden
Stands alone
Sitting on
His throne of bones

Burning in
Anguished pain
Knowing that
Nothings gained

He hears the cries
Of the undead
Calling out
To become fed

He sees the truth
Of the cumbersome
Humans really are
Comfortably numb

He stands down
And walks away
Game set match
Just go away!

07/11/2005

Author's Note: very early poem.

Posted on 07/11/2005
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