I made a lil' poem for the dishonored game. I'm not exactly a writer tbh since I don't rlly write stories or poems but I still hope ya'll like it! Also I'm on a one month trip rn so I won't be posting that much art atm. I'll draw ur requests when I get back and when I have the time! Anyways here is the poem xD the ending of the poem got a bit terrible tho..
Still I had a blast writing this and I hope ya'll like my amateur attempt in writing a poem! X'D
ALSO SPOILERS FOR THE GAME IF UR NEW :P
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My name's been tainted,
They think there's blood on my hands,
The people's been decepted,
So through the sewers I ran,
Far from that hellish prison,
The plague's been eating our land,
My vision's blurred and crimson,
Bring honor back where I stand.
Through the chaos in the city,
Blinking through the streets of the damaged Distillery,
Corpses stacking up in sums that aren't pretty,
Death in every corner but that's not gonna stop me.
Carrying my blade and vanishing like a ghost,
I'm the anonymous shadow that will follow you all the way home,
I'll bring back my daughter, the rightful heir to the throne,
Or I'll leave you to rot, your pale face stiff as a stone.
These overseers leave nothing on my hands,
When I burnt their leader's face with the heretic brand.
The Golden Cat? Heard that's where they're keeping my daughter,
Known as the house of pleasure? I'll change that right after the slaughter.
Greedy cowards, those Pendletons are rotten to the core,
Electrocuting that painting dealer left him wanting for more,
Before I go I'll stay right in for the bloody encore,
Will the Pendletons have a change of heart when their heads roll down the floor?
I'm a vengeful spirit,
Running loose throughout the district,
Eliminating targets,
Like it's nothing explicit.
Guess I'll kidnap Anton Sokolov,
He studies, works, invents a lot,
I knocked him out, placed him in prison,
Asked him questions like the name of Burrow's mistress,
Sadly, he refuses to cooperate with me,
Oh well!
A swarm of hungry rats oughta keep him really busy.
I'm planning on draining the Lord Regent financially,
By the killing his last paetron Lady Boyle,
Oh what a tragedy!
Now he's broke and he can't pay for his defense,
I've left this dirty traitor in a tight predicament,
I'll leave for Dunwall tower the place where all of this began,
And bring back the honor that's been stolen from me by that man.
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(Extra)
Celebrated victory with my so called "friends".
They hoped to end my life but I came back stronger again.
In the lighthouse I began my last showdown,
Leaving a trail of death, despair and skulls that I have sown.
