Mad Beast
A poem about consequences and the ones we affect.
Barbarian, a demanding weight on thy soul, carnage follows the piracy of thy mold.
Mad beast, you three-headed hound, pitiful as you hastily feast, a pleasure without bound.
Shouting your heart out on a platter, serving it up to those that matter.
Those that surround you will grow madder as your frenzy, rage alabaster, traps them in that whirlwind, forever after.
