Number Sixteen
Raizen is a high school student with numerous awards relating to poetry and literature as well as a literary writer for the journalism club.
Stealing a glance at his Queen
If only you, my perfect Queen
Will see one such as me
My worthless self can ne'er compare
To your unmatched beauty
But what is this, is this a dream
I see you walk to me?
“My dear, they say you worship me”
“Oh yes my Queen I do!”
“If your love is true my dear,
Tell me if it's true.
What would you do for me my dear,
Whatever would you do”
“I would give my life for you
Anything you please.
I only want your love my dear
What should I do, my queen?”
“Carry my books to my house
If it is not wrong,
It proves real strength to me
If you are truly strong”
So with books grasped in his hand
Handed by his Queen
No protest did he once commend
As helping he is keen
“If your love is true my dear,
Tell me if it's true.
What would you do for me my dear,
Whatever would you do”
“I would give my life for you
Anything you please.
I only want your love my dear
What should I do, my queen?”
“Paint my nails a crimson red
They compliment my eyes
I know you wouldn’t dare refuse
Unless your love is lies?”
Without another word he went
To shine her fingers red.
Though much mistakes he did make
It’s what his queen had said.
“If your love is true my dear,
Tell me if it's true.
What would you do for me my dear,
Whatever would you do”
“I would give my life for you
Anything you please.
I only want your love my dear
What should I do, my queen?”
“Carve my name into your chest
That would be enough,
It proves your loyalty to me
If you are truly tough”
So with knife grasped in his hand
Handed by his Queen
No screams came as he did for her
What a gruesome scene!
Darkness danced within his eyes;
Only focus was his queen
Slowly, slowly, does he dies
“That makes it all sixteen!” (HAHAHA)
For those wondering,
The number sixteen is here because it is a kill count
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