Love is very beautiful, except the last line.
Take nothing seriously.
Alrighty, those of you who read "The Cutting Genius" and remember Black Murphy from something I posted here a while ago should know that both of the characters (Dr. Scarface and Black Murphy) were supposed to be in a story I was writing. It's kind of floating in limbo, but I decided to write this poem to briefly sum up the other characters in the story. There's no beat and the rhyming isn't great, but I hope you enjoy it anyway.
The Killers[spoiler]Black Murphy was a rebel,
He was arrested by the Brits.
His heart turned to stone,
His flesh turned to bone,
And his rage never quits.
Motorhead, oh Motorhead,
He used to be happy all the time.
Except for his drunken father,
Who beat him for rum and lager,
Which made him into the king of crime.
Sawmill Pierrot
Was a jolly, jolly sort.
Behind the doors
On his factory floors,
He'd kill people for sport.
Iron Maiden was a lovely girl,
The fairest in all the land.
But her suitors, once her friends,
All met with their gruesome ends,
At her bloody, sword-wielding hand.
Scarface was a doctor,
He worked and worked all day.
But so goes the fable, there was
The slip on the operating table,
And now his patients are his prey.
Von Blaze was in the army,
Serving his Russian brothers well.
But his latent obsession with fire
Made the barracks a funeral pyre,
He laughed as they burned in Hell.
Schadenfreude was a man of science,
But torture and suffering was his game.
The evils which he commited,
The armour in which he's fitted,
Are all products of his fear-inspiring name.[/spoiler]
Oh, I'll also take requests, if anyone has any. Drawings might take a while, but if you want to request a poem (about just about anything, even your own characters), I'll gladly see what I can work up.