Head, and Lack Thereof



NOTE: This is a Pokepasta in the form of a poem. Originally posted to my DA. It is about a Ninetales searching for the trainer who abandoned her.

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I shall take no rest

Until you cease to exist.

And I shall show no mercy

Until your head is before me.

From the break of day until dawn

I will search for you with plans I have drawn.

And from that dawn until the break of day,

I will watch you wither away.

You have no right to defile me;

You have no right to anyone after me.

Even if I have to get through everyone else,

You will pay for your offense.

But what is this? There is someone in my way.

Chop-chop! Their head goes away.

Mercy will be shown to no one,

As long as you are on the run.

I lead this trail of blood.

Today, proudly, I scud.

Through slaughter after slaughter,

Rivers of red flow like water.

Finally, I have found you.

I have brought my collection, too.

I know you are terrified; I am overjoyed

To remove the head of whom I was toyed.

Tighter and tighter and tighter does it squeeze,

As I control it, I beam with glee.

You cannot breathe or beg for forgiveness, because it is too late.

This was destined to be your fate.

As your head finally pops off like a screw,

At last, I could have the peace I once knew.