The Vengeance

I made this in ninth grade for a fantasy project. It's made with Prismacolor pencils. It's really too bad I don't have a scanner; this digital camera capture didn't work so well.


The Vengeance
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There came upon our glorious land
A plight of the most perilous kind.
Evil rules with a dark hand
And the darkest state of mind.

Creatures from the depths of Earth,
Creatures from the depths of time
Ravaged the darkened landscape.
They left the earth to rime.

Our people mourned their families,
And hid themelves away.
Those who survived were vigilant
And lived to fight another day.

It seemed ages that we lingered,
Never daring to look
At the place we had abandoned,
At the place that we forsook.

There arose a would-be hero
Of the most rash and restless breed.
He told us we'd be free once more
With him as the lead.

So the hero came out of retreat
To scout his deadly foe.
He gazed upon his former home
And emitted a mournful "No."

The fields were pits of fire,
The walls reduced to rubble,
The houses only shells,
The forest less than stubnle.

And there the hero vowed
With vengeance in his eye,
He would slay these blasphemous demons;
Expel them to their rightful sty.

That vegeance consumed him,
Became his life, his food, his soul.
His only desire, revenge,
Burned him like hot coals.

Our only hope lost control.
Overwhelmed, he fell.
He was taken by the demons
And locked in a cell.

In the deeps of Earth they kept him,
Tormented beyond repair.
His people didn't seek him;
None would ever dare.

In the endless torture,
He was given a relief.
The vengeance stole his body,
It freed him from the demon keep.

He truly lost control,
The vengeance's power was complete.
It held him like a puppet;
The hero knelt at its feet.

He destroyed the evil
That had plagued the land,
Then he wrought destruction
With his own defiled hands.

And so it came to pass
The he became his foe.
So we hide here out of sight
As we did in days of old.



Inspired by "Figure.09" by Linkin Park.