Hey guys, how's it going? Anyways, I saw some cool poetry that people have wrote, so I decided to post one of my poems. It isn't the greatest, but I wrote it when I was young

*ehem*

Death to thy humans!
Death to thy apes!
Death to the ones who call themselves great

I pray that when I find thee
Thou shalt throw up their hands in match
Thou shalt not run nor flee
In this fiery battle stance

I shall fight until thou dies
Even when thou is dead
I know all in my thick glass eyes
That when thou dies thy hands are red

Tis already midnight!
Thou clock hast struck twelve
Tis approaching our scornful fight

Now already lad what say you
A heart for a sword
A sword for a heart?
Because tis the time to awaken thou from thy slumber
And look into thy eyes and see thy death

How grim is thy reaper?
How red is thy wound?
How do thou answer these questions
When your approaching life's doom?

BTW- yes, I know I kind of rant on and on, but later I'll try to sweep up the sketchy parts

Hey, that's a sweeeeet piece of work. I tried writing a poem like this in use of death, but it was awful.

Good work, I like it.