RPS (~Taking a break~)

Undead Series (Complete) 5 poems
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The End of Pure Evil

You were going to sleep,
when you decided to peep,
at that little TV you always keep,
but when you turned it on,
your show was gone,
replace by a man named Ron,
you felt as if your hair had gone gray,
but decided to listen to what he had to say,
but what he said,
filled you heart with dread,
tonight was the night of the dead.

Tonight,
the dead walk,
out of sight,
the dead stalk,
you to your home,
and they roam,
looking to crack open someone's dome,
they eat,
your meat,
to them your brain is candy sweet,
so grab a gun,
and run,
don't stay inside,
cause there's no place to hide.

This is the night,
before the end,
of this world,
we must defend,
the world fills,
with the living dead,
hope is lost,
to new found dread,
it is clear,
the world we knew,
is now through,
and now I'm stuck with you.

We find a safe place,
and you lay down to rest,
this night's race,
has put us to the test,
I wipe the tears,
from your face,
hide your fears,
you must keep pace.

The sun comes out,
and you let out a shout,
you giggle with glee,
we are free, we are free,
but that is not the day I see,
I see a world now gone,
an empty symbol of a time bygone.

Even so you raise my spirits,
with that simple mood of yours,
I've truly come to fear its simplicity,
which everyone adores,
and so we leave,
our hearts full of hope,
I want to believe,
this is not the end of our rope.

We now face a morning of terror within,
a scarier world than the night had been,
the streets are filled with broken glass,
boards line the windows of every store we pass,
I try to hide this view from you,
but we both know this world is true,
we are now the few.

Walk by day,
hide by night,
don't delay,
stay out of sight,
if you want to live then follow the rules,
the one's who didn't died like fools,
we survive to see the dawn,
only then do we mourn for those who are gone.

A little boy was the first to die,
I'll never forget that look in his eye,
as those things tore him apart limb from limb,
what a terrible thing to happen to him,
and then there was Stan,
a healthy old man,
too bad he hid in the storage room,
now he's sitting there waiting until his doom.

Yet we must go on without them,
even though the future looks dim,
we must survive to see the next dawn,
only then can we mourn for those who are gone.

Survivors by light,
lovers when all is right,
we hide ourselves from the ray,
of this truly endless day.

We stand before the end,
not towards salvation,
or ending this trend,
of unknown creation,
we stand before a new road,
a new choice,
a new abode,
where we carry a voice.

Tonight,
we will flee,
by morning,
we will see,
that by day,
we are free,
the once endless day,
has gone away,
but we are here to stay

Away in a forest,
in a land not known,
there once was a cat,
who could play the trombone,
he would sit on a stump,
his eyes ablaze,
and purr politely,
as he plays,
all the animals,
would gather around,
coming far and wide,
to hear this sound,
but one day,
he didn't play.

The animals still came,
but cat was not there,
they began to fear,
he had been eaten by a bear,
and so they looked,
and looked in ever tree,
through the forest,
and to the sea,
but there was no cat,
in all the land,
only a paw print,
left in the sand,
poor cat, poor cat,
they cried at that.

The next day,
he was still not there,
but the animals noticed,
a new tuff of hair,
and within that tuff,
there was a note,
and to hear what it said,
they fetched the goat,
the goat was old,
and knew very much,
and with this knowledge,
he read as such,
leave today,
no delay.

The animals were baffled,
what could it mean,
was there something,
they hadn't seen,
and so they paid,
the note no heed,
to them there really,
was no need,
and they slept,
the night away,
waiting for the start,
of the next day,
but it never came,
the sky was the same.

The animals woke,
to roaring winds,
the trees all fall,
and the river bends,
but they did not leave,
this was there home,
even if it was harsh,
they would not roam,
and so they stayed,
all full of fear,
as they watched the storm,
now drawing near,
the cat was right,
they thought in spite.

After the storm,
the animals came out,
and soon the goat,
let out a shout,
our home, our home,
it is destroyed,
just what trickery,
has that cat employed,
it must have been his song,
no doubt,
this is what,
it was all about,
I should have known,
it was the cat's trombone.

following the goat,
the animals mocked,
the song he played,
to the way he talked,
and when he returned,
they made him leave,
there would be no animal,
he would deceive,
and so the cat left,
with his trombone in his hand,
one day he would return,
when he had planed,
but for now,
he was the,
wandering,
wondering,
cat.

The tail droops low,
of the exiled cat,
no one likes him,
not even the rat,
he carries with him,
his small trombone,
except for this,
he walks alone,
on to lands,
he's never known,
crying out,
all on his own,
oh woe is me, oh woe is me,
I cannot play my song of glee.

Along the way,
he heard a sound,
and decided to stop,
to look around,
and was amused,
by what he found,
a ball of red fur,
atop the ground,
a ball of yarn,
all full of string,
and thinking of the happiness,
it will bring,
the cat pounces,
and the furball bounces.

Away, away,
it rolls along,
the cat following,
enchanted by song,
until they reach,
the top of a hill,
over which,
the cat does spill,
tumbling and turning,
down the side,
taking the furball,
along for the ride,
then all was black,
with the cat on his back.

The cat was aroused,
by a beautiful smell,
a delicious meal,
the cat could tell,
a dash of pepper,
a hint of fish,
oh what could this be,
this amazing dish,
I just want a little,
a tiny bit,
I can't pass this up,
I must admit,
and so the cat,
followed his nose,
along the river,
wherever it goes.

Floating towards,
this elusive scent,
it didn't matter,
where he went,
over a stump,
and through a bush,
a rock in the way,
just give it a push,
about to find,
a glorious feast,
until he found,
the little red beast,
I am Red Rabbit,
and I have a bad habit.

Curious,
the cat began to stare,
just what was this,
this little red hare,
his bold red color,
was truly rare,
but to touch it,
he wouldn't dare,
the rabbit stared back,
with its beady little eyes,
and stunned him with cuteness,
he could not despise,
but the cat,
was in for a surprise,
blindly following,
into his demise.

And so ends,
the cat's sad tale,
no one was there,
to save his tail,
but worry not,
Red Rabbit had fun,
although the cat,
has been undone,
and so we start,
a whole new story,
one of death and battle,
fighting and glory,
but just remember,
remember one thing,
I am Red Rabbit,
and I am the king.

Hiding down,
deep within his hole,
lives the red haired rabbit,
who has no soul,
drenched in blood,
his fur dyed red,
all who have seen him,
are now dead,
devious,
mischievous,
mysterious,
delirious,
he is the red haired rabbit,
who has a bad habit.

Thumping, thumping,
thumping along,
through the forest,
singing his song,
"kindness inside,
living love,
all like living,
till a shove,
two years I've dealt,
in obscene times,
some who handle,
outside rhymes,
hectic years,
merrily end."

Away in a world,
very far from ours,
up in the sky,
and past the stars,
there was a king,
so glorious,
of every battle,
victorious,
with an iron fist,
he'd raise his hand,
and those below,
would do his demand,
upon his throne,
he ruled over all,
far and wide,
big and small,
but then it happened,
one day in Fall,
while the king was dancing,
during the ball,
he sipped his wine,
and fell to the floor,
the king of Catmandu,
was no more.

Now no one knew,
why he did die,
maybe poison,
from a spy,
none could leave,
no spy escape,
till his veil of death,
did they drape,
a maid, a visitor,
a fellow patron,
who had given in,
to seductive temptation,
no guard knew,
nor did they care,
the loss of the king,
was too much to bare,
slyly, one man,
whispered in their ears,
to find the killer,
it may take years,
and planted a seed,
within their minds,
to grow into troubles,
of all kinds,
within this tragedy,
of fear and deceit,
the devious Red Rabbit,
you will meet.

Each and every night,
a visitor comes to town,
with deep green eyes,
and fur light brown,
he creeps along slowly,
not making a sound,
for he is the cat-burglar,
sir Purr the round,
down each and every chimney,
and every smokestack,
cat-burglar sir Purr,
makes a financial attack,
standing on the chimney,
he looks down inside,
rubbing his paws,
with a look so snide,
a pop and a poof,
a cloud of smoke,
a murmur of words,
a cough and a choke,
then down the chimney,
sir Purr does fall,
for he is the smallest,
cat of all,
for now that is,
but when inside,
he will return,
to large and wide,
and within this power,
he can confide,
for under their noses,
sir Purr will hide.

From roof to roof,
there is no wait,
the moon is high,
the sun is late,
basking in,
the lunar glow,
tail swaying,
to and fro,
sir Purr the round,
strikes again,
it's the same,
as way back when,
taking all,
that he can find,
stealing things,
of every kind,
in the night,
he's never done,
a cat-burglar,
until the sun,
rises up,
into the sky,
then he lives,
a little lie,
cat-burglar,
sir Purr the round,
of his work,
you hear no sound,
in this town,
that is now lost,
in the growing,
thieving cost.

In the town,
of Catmandu,
beer is black,
but still see-through,
and those who drink,
we call black brew,
and the worst of all,
is Marburu,
Marburu Hound,
is his full name,
nobody knows,
from where he came,
but to the pub,
he did go,
and began to put on,
quite the show,
one or two,
was never enough,
like a cat addicted,
to catnip snuff,
three or four,
a weak man's drink,
more and more,
like down the sink,
till about twenty,
or thirty or so,
then it was time,
for him to go,
getting up quietly,
not making a sound,
with all eyes on,
Marburu the beer hound.

A bubble of red,
wells from the eye,
a deathly stare,
out to the sky,
a ruinous place,
of sand filled air,
fire and wind,
the devil's lair,
a rabbit and rope,
hanged up high,
eyes of red,
that tell no lie,
telling a tale,
of wolf and rabbit,
a red haired wolf,
and his bad habit,
lonesome eyes,
with tears of red,
rabbit skin,
upon the dead,
a lurking wolf,
in rabbit hide,
killing all,
to sate his pride,
a faraway dream,
of drowsy rust,
a future near,
drowned in lust,
an omen to fear,
and start of the tale,
of the wandering cat,
who lost his tail.

A red streak falls,
down the window,
as it crawls,
the wind does blow,
glazed eyes,
deadened by sleep,
creep across,
and ponder deep,
following slowly,
this drop of red,
reading closely,
the words of the dead,
tears are shed,
in mourning loss,
a prayer is made,
upon the cross,
no savior will come,
she is alone,
plagued by an evil,
that cannot atone,
a poor little fox,
locked away inside,
a sad little girl,
with no place to hide,
a hellish church,
with doors shut tight,
a horrid tale,
and gruesome sight,
the bell tolls twelve,
and strength gives out,
into dark sleep,
tired, no doubt.

Beyond the great walls,
and atop the hills,
beyond the fields,
of daffodils,
there is the church,
of Catmandu,
under the watch,
of Foxy Sue,
now one would think,
that she would flirt,
but those who have tried,
have felt the dirt,
for she is strong,
and faithful too,
she will not take,
those words from you,
but she is kind,
to those of faith,
to others she inspires fear,
more than a wraith,
to those who are evil,
you must beware,
for she will find you,
within your lair,
and drag you out screaming,
past the hills,
past the fields,
of daffodils,
where you are taken,
only she knows,
for of that matter,
she will not disclose.

Within the castle,
of Catmandu,
where the floor is red,
and the walls are blue,
deep down below,
there hides a gate,
forged of stone,
iron and hate,
and upon its face,
two eyes do stand,
do not enter,
they demand,
for beyond the door,
and behind their gaze,
all is quiet,
a silent maze,
black as night,
no way out,
twists and turns,
riddled with doubt,
go up,
no down,
within its mystery,
you will drown,
a maze of madness,
only madmen can venture,
made of insanity,
no one can censure,
the Catsle secret,
of the great cat king,
who knows the riches,
discovering it will bring?

The rabbit thought,
the cat was dead,
laying there,
his fur all red,
but when he knew,
it was too late,
of his nine lives,
he still had eight,
and when he returned,
the cat was not there,
of his loss,
the rabbit did swear,
he would find the cat,
where cats do go,
and when he did,
then blood would flow,
to Catmandu,
the rabbit would hop,
and every cat's head,
he would chop,
till no more cats,
where in the land,
tis the red rabbit's,
bloody demand,
as king of red,
and all things black,
red rabbit prepared,
for all out attack,
rally the men,
and all rabbit kind,
this treacherous cat,
red rabbit would find.

Little did red rabbit know,
the cat had not run away,
hiding closely within the dark,
the cat decided to stay,
and with his ears,
he heard it all,
of Catmandu's,
rise and fall,
and of the storm,
and coming tide,
filled with rabbits,
and their pride,
then off he went,
through the trees,
by his face,
arrows breeze,
running quickly,
and full of fear,
feeling his seventh,
life is near,
but he must not stop,
not even slow,
lest he fall,
between their bow,
off away,
to Catmandu,
towards this town,
the cat now flew,
to save the town,
the cat will fight,
to make it through,
this darkest night.

The sound of pursuers,
begins to fade,
while the trees around him,
darken their shade,
the cat escapes,
deep in the wood,
hiding himself,
as anyone should,
but in this place,
a shape does hide,
the earth is hard,
and the trees have died,
within the shadows,
eyes glare out,
and then the cat,
is rid of doubt,
these are the woods,
that hold the lair,
hiding the ferocious,
Gido the bear,
but onward he went,
he had to go,
stepping quietly,
staying low,
all for not,
he had been found,
beneath his feet,
and up from the ground,
came great Gido,
fur like bark,
this fight would be,
no walk in the park.

But sure enough,
the cat had won,
there was no rest,
he had to run,
Catmandu,
was two days away,
to get there in time,
he could not delay,
past the dead,
and dying trees,
past the ravaged,
homes of bees,
to the rock,
of Mt. Maroon,
to find the flying,
air balloon,
so he could float,
across the sky,
looking down,
from way up high,
to the town,
of Catmandu,
where the floor is red,
and the walls are blue,
but first up the side,
of Mt. Maroon,
is where the cat,
is going soon,
up to the top,
where the air is thin,
thought the cat,
who had a grin.

The cat climbs high,
as war drums sound,
holding tightly,
to broken ground,
dangling freely,
above his doom,
losing grip,
to rhythmic boom,
and out across,
the open field,
stands bouncing mass,
of sword and shield,
an army of rabbits,
and flying red flags,
with hardened armor,
and gold laced bags,
hopping soundly,
thumping along,
following red rabbit,
and singing his song,
but the cat cannot wait,
and his claws dig in,
climbing faster than ever,
on his face is a grin,
until it's the top,
the very peak,
then he lays down,
tired and weak,
for at the top,
of Mt. Maroon,
hides the elusive,
catnip lagoon.

Great trees,
green,
firm,
brown bark,
earthy,
rough,
dark soil,
damp,
full of life,
wind,
swaying branches,
blue sky,
but a memory,
caught,
within a photograph,
black and white,
lost,
in the iron city.

Silence,
utter silence,
in the city of iron,
wind,
the breath of Earth,
no more,
of life,
there is,
nothing,
but memory,
a photograph,
black and white,
of times past,
solemn,
weeping,
stripped,
of beauty,
left,
with song,
song,
of us,
song,
of life,
sung,
no more.

Perched upon a garden rail,
he surveys the world below,
waiting for the perfect moment,
to pounce into the snow;
he was still as stone,
upon his perch,
of broken fencing,
made of birch;
and did not move,
not even blink,
to one who was watching,
he didn't think;
but he had a scheme,
and his eyes would gleam.

Low and behold,
out from the ground,
came a little white mouse,
without making a sound;
it darted around,
and the cat's eyes followed,
into a tree,
that had been hollowed;
and when it came out,
there was no wait,
the mouse was gone,
and the cat had ate.

Hey kid, I'm the Pedobear,
welcome to my lair,
you're tied up tightly to that chair,
but please do not be scared.
I'm a happy bear,
with my think brown hair,
I like to share,
and I really do care,
but this sight... I just can't bare.

Hey kid, I'm the Pedobear,
let me show you my perverted fair,
others really don't compare,
what you'll see is really rare.
I like my kids like an unripe pear,
when we're together it's like a prayer,
separate us if you dare,
with my teeth your throat I'll tear,
the smell of little ones... is in the air.

He kid, I'm the Pedobear,
I'm really sorry if I stare,
but you really must prepare,
cause soon you'll be aware.
there are none that I will spare,
to those who glare,
I say beware,
you can't hide your flare,
... from the Pedobear.

It's a cold night, in a lonely village,
a village of rabbits, ready for pillage,
the moon runs high, a violent red,
the poor little rabbits, asleep in their bed,
away in the forest, a wolf closes in,
its place of murder, the rabbit's den,
this is the story, of boom to bust,
a classic tale, a fail to trust,
among the rabbits a wold will hide,
a wolf and rabbit, side by side.

Morning comes, the rabbits awake,
they gather together, but one is a fake,
a wolf in disguise, the skin of a rabbit,
the life of another, he would have it,
the sun goes down, a rabbit dies,
he can't escape, no matter how hard he tries,
the blood red night, gives way to day,
the day is bright, but the mood is gray,
their friend was gone, lost to the night,
there was no struggle, not even a fight,
how did it happen, where did he go,
poor little rabbits, they'd never know.

Another night, another rabbit dead,
the lonely village, now a river of red,
when the sun goes down, they quake in fear,
when a new rabbit dies, they shed not a tear,
day after day, their numbers grow smaller,
a new rabbit visits, the nightly caller,
another long night, another friend lost,
it had to stop, no matter the cost,
The rabbits all gathered, ready to fight,
ready to end, their fear of the night,
they all now knew, a wolf was there,
as for the wolf, he didn't even care,
the leader of the rabbits, proposed a game,
a down right gamble, of glory and shame,
to find the wolf, it didn't matter how,
they'd pick a rabbit, a kill him now.

All their lives, were riding on this,
there was no second chance, if they happened to miss,
if the wolf did die, they'd all be free,
but if they missed, it'd be a killing spree,
the tension runs high, while trust runs low,
now these rabbits had something to show,
they would not die, not now not ever,
these rabbits would show, that they were clever.
they chose the rabbit, that they thought best,
and decided to put him, to the test,
the rope was tied tight, around his neck,
they ever made sure to double check,
the box was kicked out, and he hanged in air,
to find the wolf, it only seemed fair,
the poor little rabbits, would know soon enough,
they'd know the truth, that life is rough.

Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
running and killing while singing his tune,
Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
you evil bastards will see him soon,
Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
the masked warrior of the night,
Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
he's here and ready to set things right.

If you think you can steal the people's money,
think twice, cause it ain't funny,
Aametsu-kun will be right there,
right behind that swivel chair,
he will have an axe for you,
and then you know, that you are through,
you may have thought that you were cunning,
but now it's time that you start running.

Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
running and killing while singing his tune,
Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
you evil bastards will see him soon,
Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
the masked warrior of the night,
Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
he's here and ready to set things right.

You there,
get off you chair,
get up and run,
and get your job done,
this is a raid,
you're not here to get paid,
Aametsu-kun will not delay,
this is evil's final day.

Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
running and killing while singing his tune,
Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
you evil bastards will see him soon,
Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
the masked warrior of the night,
Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
he's here and ready to set things right.

An axe to the head,
and the carpet runs red,
to the bottom of the sea,
you're coming with me,
you had your rise, it's time to fall,
Aametsu-kun will kill you all,
you evil scum will die tonight,
so be a dear and turn of the light.

Boom!
he's in the room,
Boom!
it's your doom,
Boom!
you can't hide your gloom,
so grab a gun,
it's time for you to run.

Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
running and killing while singing his tune,
Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
you evil bastards will see him soon,
Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
the masked warrior of the night,
Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
he's here and ready to set things right.

Hey you, up there,
sitting on your little chair,
look at me,
you need to see,
I'm a terrorist,
killing people on my list,
not the police,
and not spreading peace,
that's your job, now do it well,
but if not, I'll see you in hell.

Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
running and killing while singing his tune,
Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
you evil bastards will see him soon,
Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
the masked warrior of the night,
Go! Go! Aametsu-kun,
he's here and ready to set things right.