Servant Of The Kill (by: eddy styx) revised

Servant Of The Kill

coming into
the sultry season,
I've lost my way
but not my reason.

now a man
of middle age
who has controlled
his primal rage.

I used to kill them
all too quickly,
painting walls of blood
with broad strokes, thickly.

I stalk the night
patiently, ever
shadow-obscured
I shall forget them, never...

their faces burned into my brain
and more than this
their screams of pain
this, to me is perfect bliss...
a Servant Of The kill,
my only name!

* by: eddy styx who is my MALE, murderous, malevolent alter ego who writes dark poetry. (fantasy)

About This Poem

Last Few Words: poem by: eddy styx, my alter ego. why not develop an alter ego of your own?

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
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Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Northwestern Wisconsin USA, USA

Favorite Poets: Edgar Allan Poe

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Comments

Eddy

COULD be a woman's name. Short for Edna lol. This is as dark as eddy ever gets. Well done. BTW please tell eddy that there are a few politicians I'd like him to meet lol

hello Stan,

the name "eddy styx is kind of a play on words, lol... eddy, as in a small whirl in the flow of water, and styx as in the river Styx. thanks for reading and commenting . I really appreciate it.

always. eddy
*ever, Cat