Afternoon, friends! The stars as my muse, I have written for you a monologue, one you may find interesting. It is less of a poem but in the same format. I’d like to think it’s a part of the lore I have built up in secret, awaiting some slow release that may finally culminate in an understanding of one final work. We shall see. Please enjoy.
A Monologue
Futility at its best.
You’ve come to restore the Empire.
Your putrid little thing.
It withers and dies as we speak.
How could you ever hope to keep it alive?
It being so rife with decay and abuse.
I watched as my world was destroyed.
Burned to a crisp.
The surface turned into a most luminant molten glass
along with my family.
I will tear you apart,
piece by piece,
and show you a most vehement, vociferous suffering.
In reflection of my own.
I have hunted you for many years.
I am glad to have found you now,
on the precipice of higher achievement.
His Majesty’s last admiral.
So shall there be none more.
I come for the emperor now.
Poems by Sam 