Scholnir (a character portrait)
There is a certain satisfaction
In breaking a strong will
Forcing the proud down low
Teaching them their place
Showing them the mirror
With which they must view
Their own humility in debasement
I thrive on the pain of others
Though I hate what I do
I love it, and each of my charges
Even as I sow the seeds
Of their total destruction
In service to Evil
Anathema from whence I came
It sickened me once…
Now, I am without shame
For what I do
Keeping my own hide whole
4/27/11
Form: free
It has been a while since I have touched one of my writing projects, and I got to thinking about it the other day. Scholnir popped into my head while I was writing poetry, and this was the result. Perhaps I will post a blurb to help you all further get to know this sadistic bastard.
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