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He came into town on a cold, dry wind
Kicking up dust and blowing sand
The sun dimmed for a moment that day
The howling wind seemed to say
“He has the look of a dangerous man”
His eyes were hot and black as ash
Glaring at those whom he passed
A gun at his hip and a hidden knife
Surely he ended countless lives
Whispers rose like the hiss of snakes
“It’s plain to see, anyone can
He must be a dangerous man”
Not a word he spoke as he came through town
His mouth twisted in a constant frown
His footsteps echoed in an empty street
The locals hid when he came around
They closed windows with a tinny creek
Trying to avoid the dangerous man
He checked the inn where he planned to stay
The keeper shivered from his gaze
The man paid up front and spoke no words
That betray the thoughts of a dangerous man
The locals gathered around and spoke in fear
The Sheriff ran to grab his gear
The Pastor called out to his god
They wailed and cried out for a plan
Save us from this dangerous man
A young man named Johnny held his girl
As she trembled and shook with fear
"If you are a man you'll confront him dear
To save me from the dangerous man"
So he grabbed his knife and found the Inn
He snuck into a darkened room
And creeped to prepare his mortal sin
When the bed he had in sight
He stabbed the body 20 times
But when he turned on the light
It was not the dangerous man
He shook and screamed in his fright
He had killed a man without a fight
A crowd was coming, no room for flight
Fearing the law and the people’s might
He leapt from a dangerous height
His bones cracked, his blood ran out
And he died damning a dangerous man
The sheriff stood by the dead
And removed the hat from his head
“Two lives he has claimed today
How many more will he slay?
We must stand up before we lay
At the feet of a dangerous man”
A crowd gathered round to chant and cheer
With torches and knives they came right near
The old in, where it seemed too clear
That inside slept a dangerous man
The keeper cried as they threw the torch
He choked back a sob of tears
And watched it burn his life and home
“You must be wrong! I was alone
I couldn’t let him stay inside
Though it may hurt my pride
I simply fear a dangerous man”
A scream was heard from the Inn
The keeper shouted “it’s my wife!
“I thought she left, but she’s trapped!
If you don’t help her, I’ll end my life!
A victim of the dangerous man"
“Liar!” the people shouted
“You work for him, and let him go
Now you want us to burn and die
We will punish you for your lie”
They tied him up with ropes and chains
And threw him into the flames
He screamed out loud and long
As his flesh melted and turned black
chocking he let out his final words
“I am not a dangerous man”
Confusion grew in the street
They had burned the inn to dust
But nothing was gained from the bust
Someone must face the wrath
That failure had brought out that day
A man was picked, his job to greet
The stranger he was first to meet
They chained him to the rock hard ground
And beat him beneath their feet
Till all that's left was a bloody mound
All for befriending the dangerous man
The sheriff too incurred their wrath
He had failed to halt the path
That caused the pain that occurred that day
“You did it too, I’m not to blame!”
He shouted out, but was ignored
Some stood by and fought to death
Cursing former friends with last breaths
The sheriff was cut up in bits
An hour he suffered beneath their knives
As he screamed and tried to fight
His head was posted on a spike
A warning to the dangerous man
But in their haste to fix the wrong
The people missed a problem that grew
The flame spread on a wind that blew
The smoke rose and blocked the sun
All the people tried to run
But they burned and chocked on smoke
Till they were dead, every one
Without the help of the dangerous man
A stranger stood, feet in blood
Which soaked right through skin and ash
Bodies lay on the ground
Mistakes that worked like a plan
He stared at what he found
With the cold eyes of a dangerous man
Kicking up dust and blowing sand
The sun dimmed for a moment that day
The howling wind seemed to say
“He has the look of a dangerous man”
His eyes were hot and black as ash
Glaring at those whom he passed
A gun at his hip and a hidden knife
Surely he ended countless lives
Whispers rose like the hiss of snakes
“It’s plain to see, anyone can
He must be a dangerous man”
Not a word he spoke as he came through town
His mouth twisted in a constant frown
His footsteps echoed in an empty street
The locals hid when he came around
They closed windows with a tinny creek
Trying to avoid the dangerous man
He checked the inn where he planned to stay
The keeper shivered from his gaze
The man paid up front and spoke no words
That betray the thoughts of a dangerous man
The locals gathered around and spoke in fear
The Sheriff ran to grab his gear
The Pastor called out to his god
They wailed and cried out for a plan
Save us from this dangerous man
A young man named Johnny held his girl
As she trembled and shook with fear
"If you are a man you'll confront him dear
To save me from the dangerous man"
So he grabbed his knife and found the Inn
He snuck into a darkened room
And creeped to prepare his mortal sin
When the bed he had in sight
He stabbed the body 20 times
But when he turned on the light
It was not the dangerous man
He shook and screamed in his fright
He had killed a man without a fight
A crowd was coming, no room for flight
Fearing the law and the people’s might
He leapt from a dangerous height
His bones cracked, his blood ran out
And he died damning a dangerous man
The sheriff stood by the dead
And removed the hat from his head
“Two lives he has claimed today
How many more will he slay?
We must stand up before we lay
At the feet of a dangerous man”
A crowd gathered round to chant and cheer
With torches and knives they came right near
The old in, where it seemed too clear
That inside slept a dangerous man
The keeper cried as they threw the torch
He choked back a sob of tears
And watched it burn his life and home
“You must be wrong! I was alone
I couldn’t let him stay inside
Though it may hurt my pride
I simply fear a dangerous man”
A scream was heard from the Inn
The keeper shouted “it’s my wife!
“I thought she left, but she’s trapped!
If you don’t help her, I’ll end my life!
A victim of the dangerous man"
“Liar!” the people shouted
“You work for him, and let him go
Now you want us to burn and die
We will punish you for your lie”
They tied him up with ropes and chains
And threw him into the flames
He screamed out loud and long
As his flesh melted and turned black
chocking he let out his final words
“I am not a dangerous man”
Confusion grew in the street
They had burned the inn to dust
But nothing was gained from the bust
Someone must face the wrath
That failure had brought out that day
A man was picked, his job to greet
The stranger he was first to meet
They chained him to the rock hard ground
And beat him beneath their feet
Till all that's left was a bloody mound
All for befriending the dangerous man
The sheriff too incurred their wrath
He had failed to halt the path
That caused the pain that occurred that day
“You did it too, I’m not to blame!”
He shouted out, but was ignored
Some stood by and fought to death
Cursing former friends with last breaths
The sheriff was cut up in bits
An hour he suffered beneath their knives
As he screamed and tried to fight
His head was posted on a spike
A warning to the dangerous man
But in their haste to fix the wrong
The people missed a problem that grew
The flame spread on a wind that blew
The smoke rose and blocked the sun
All the people tried to run
But they burned and chocked on smoke
Till they were dead, every one
Without the help of the dangerous man
A stranger stood, feet in blood
Which soaked right through skin and ash
Bodies lay on the ground
Mistakes that worked like a plan
He stared at what he found
With the cold eyes of a dangerous man
Literature
My assassin's suicide
私のキラーの自殺
Watashi no kirā no jisatsu
The touch of your sword's curve is sweet,
How willing, I, as it pervades.
The metal cuts through dark and sweeps
With the cold its keening invades.
Full rending with each fluent stroke,
Diaphanous silk's white tempest.
In swirling vortex palest cloak,
Floating tachi shadow's clearest.
When at last the time comes untold
Will your sword lay alongside mine,
At the last when peace should enfold,
Will you join and lay yourself there,
Or, broken, will betray us, as
Century wind lays our bones bare.
Literature
Pencil Man
Pencil Man was something special,
He dreamed to be a hero.
To wear a cape
And "write all wrongs"
Would be his alter ego.
"Erasing evil"
And "drawing swords"
With man and beast alike.
Those who called him 'yellow bellied'
Would see that he could fight!
But Pencil Man forgot one thing,
His one and only weakness,
Miss Sharpener,
She had quite the look,
She always left him speechless.
A night of passion soon ensued
He gave her all he could.
As morning came
All that remained
Was just some broken wood.
Literature
You Will Not Read This
When a writer puts his soul and passion into his work.
It will go unnoticed, often because of its length.
It is a rather sad fact, but a truth nonetheless.
For the simple emotions conveyed in just a few words,
Often hold more sway with those who are emotionally swayed.
There is no depth of the heart, nor a single thought spared.
For the effort placed into a piece that forgoes the winning edge,
For a hint of true meaning.
You will not read this piece and I will not expect you to.
It will not be popular or famous, nor will it see the light of day.
For length is the bane of true poetry,
And that is why so many of my kin have already l
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A narrative poem. The story is sort of a dark, Gothic western. If I had to say, I'd call the story itself a horror.
“It would not be impossible to prove with sufficient repetition and a psychological understanding of the people concerned that a square is in fact a circle. They are mere words, and words can be molded until they clothe ideas and disguise.”
― Joseph Goebbels
So this was narrated by TriuGames with some interesting music. See here to listen to it: www.youtube.com/watch?v=qrdfh5…
“It would not be impossible to prove with sufficient repetition and a psychological understanding of the people concerned that a square is in fact a circle. They are mere words, and words can be molded until they clothe ideas and disguise.”
― Joseph Goebbels
So this was narrated by TriuGames with some interesting music. See here to listen to it: www.youtube.com/watch?v=qrdfh5…
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Oh my gosh! I have never read something that gave such an evident image of both imagination and emotion combined. You could actually picture each scene in each stanza and feel the people's desperation and anger.
As for technique, it is very well done. Especially the repetition about the 'dangerous man'. It made you think twice about whether the there was a dangerous man or not. The volta at the end really provided one to think twice (again) about who the killer really was.
Also in my opinion, its originality is evident and genuine. The effort is definitely seen indeed.