A Villain's pome.

the thoughts of a mad man. written in blood, or rather ink. i quite hate the sight of blood. my mother bleed quite a bit when I watched her die.

Here’s a poem for you,
from me.

A mother,
young.

A father,
old.

A grandmother,
cold as ice.

And a boy,
up the rails.

Mother,
and father.

Falling,
in love.

Father,
falling,
from above.

Mother,
loving.

Father,
floating.

Mother,
cracking.

Alone.

Mother,
falling.

Grandmother,
monster.

Boy,
shivers.

Father,
no more.

Mother,
upside down

grandmother,
threw the rails.

House,
forever warm.

Author's Note

a poem and synopsis of the story to be.