A Devil’s Hunger

A Devils Hunger short poem

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A night when the moon was at its highest peak
The dead flesh of man made the forest reek,
The thing that killed them already fled
leaving the forest painted red;
The deed was done by a man with a devil’s hunger
who burned many villages and hurt and plundered
He had no remorse not even a shred
But every human’s heart was filled with dread
Even if someone begged on their knees
he’d just kill them and laugh with ease,

he wasn’t a man, he was the son of monstrosity
and everything he ever did was an act of atrocity
he is murderous, bloody, and full of lust
he’s a savage, an animal, never give him your trust
If you ever see him run and hide
Don’t think about fighting him other men have tried…

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