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Author: Ranoko
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - Poetry/Supernatural - Published: 03-18-08 - Updated: 03-18-08 - Complete - id:2490804

Something I had to write after seeing a certian picture. Directly inspired by manga-ranga's 'Madness' picture. Go to her DA site and see it now!(manga-ranga . deviantart . com; no spaces.)

The scenario is a girl, having been tied up and held prisoner by someone. She is supposed to be scared, to be worried about the situation. But she isn't.


I am prisoner of no one;

My mind is free to roam and run.

I laugh in your face;

You scorn me and curse.

Though didn't you know

I could think of much worse?

You scream and howl

to try and scare me;

But it isn't working,

and you're starting to fear me.

"Can I try?"

I ask at last.

"Just untie me

and we'll have a blast."

Wary of me,

and with good reason,

You try to refuse,

but I will not listen.

"I won't run away."

I promise with cheer.

"Just give me a chance

to show you real fear."

Refusal is fading,

you think 'I shouldn't, but yet;

What harm could she do?

Not much, I bet.'

So, putting good sense

and logic aside,

You loosen my ropes,

and say, "Give it a try."

I laugh, casting aside

those pitiful cuffs;

And say plainly, "This might

get a bit rough.

For you, that is,

I'll be just fine.

But the same for you,

well we'll have to tell by time."

Grinning, I look at you

Straight; head-on.

It is then that you wonder,

‘Should I let this go on?’

But it is too late

to try to stop me;

For it’s far too fun

to watch you fear me.

Shadows begin

to merge and rise,

and out in the open

there’s no place to hide.

Your worst fears

start to awaken,

and then you realize

that I can create them.

More and more power

is coming to hand;

you tremble, I smile;

“Isn’t it grand?”

This power is merely

answering my call;

I am most definitely

not your thrall.

As my powers

are unleashed,

You wail “How did I

release this beast!”

“By letting me free,” I state,

“to play my game;

Though, after I’m through,

you’ll never be the same.”

3-17-08



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