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King
No boasts of strength,
just feats that defeat enemies
who cross this gate.
A beast of old, here to
dominate the modern age.
Big or small, trespass
and fall prey to fists of rage.
Unfit for cage,
you approach and I'll annihilate.
A massive monster,
that packs of savages
gather in mass to offer
human tribute to..
Be it triumph
on the mind,
if I'm the one you find
you may just hum another tune
or fall victim to delusions and
die trying
beneath one who's
strength imbued.
Unstoppable, until I met beauty.
Blonde hair, eyes of blue,
that seemed to cut right through me.
She looked upon me unafraid,
in that, she strayed from the rest.
She taught me to see all the
ways I'd been blessed.
She gave my world color.
She showed me that
I was more than a beast, I was complex.
She gave me breath
and for that
I vowed to love and protect.
She learned to love me too over time.
I showed her my home, the caves,
the stones, the trees that I climb.
Her on my back, I eagerly ran
shore to shore just
to see my world through her eyes.
I was hers and she was mine.
A love pure, unspoken,
yet clearly defined.
It was life like I didn't know,
until her past crept up as I slept
and robbed me blind.
She was stolen and I was heartbroken.
I ran hard and killed men
who foolishly tried to fend me off
atop the landmarks that my love's
beautiful mind had turned into tokens.
Every tree and hill I passed as I ran,
I remembered her gazes given
and words spoken.
I could have saved her
if only I'd watched the jungle closer,
if only I listened.
She wanted to stay with me.
As he took her, I saw those blue eyes glisten.
I smashed through the gate
to see a boat awaiting.
They were taking her away in the water
and on the shore were men with chloroform
with hopes to enslave me.
I don't understand, why couldn't she save me?
Hooks sank in my skin and bottles smashed
as glass cut and liquid seeped within to sedate me.
I reached out my hand to touch her, I was fading.
Does she hate me? I fell hard into daydream.
I awoke chained on a stage
before the rich, feeling hopeless.
In a slight daze, I played along as
my mind looped
our every beautiful moment.
They applauded the smallest of movements
as my captors stood tall, looking at me
down their noses.
I should have stayed cold,
I could have just killed them all.
Now I'm a puppet with limited motions.
I'm bubbling under with pain and hunger,
fuck these useless emotions.
I think of you more
and my adrenaline pumps.
I stand up and I roar,
never has my chest needed more of a thump.
This may end poorly
but I need to find you.
I break free of my chains in a rage.
I couldn't leave
you be if I tried to.
I run through the streets, free of my daze.
I check every alley and road
until you pop out, ending the maze.
Alone again at last, your hand
stretched out, caressing my face.
Quiet for now, we go to the rink and
we skate. Bliss again,
you make this world a wonderful place.
The ice cracks as military attacks,
I roar loud enough to shatter diamonds
and throw you on to my back.
Memories of exploring the island
keep you as calm as you sink deep
into my muscling mass.
I vowed to keep you safe. I start up
the tallest tower, to get you far from
all these guns that harass.
When we arrive at the top, the rising sun
brings us close together, our last
moment of peace. Beauty and beast,
purity unsurpassed.
Then more planes fly by with more guns on blast.
I hide you
behind me
as I jump
and smash, but bullets slowly trump
every inch of strength I have.
Holes formed.. my chest, my back,
my arms, my calves.
I sink low and reach out,
I'm hurt bad.
Once more I see your eyes glisten,
your hair free in the wind.
I'm still forever glad that
it was you I listened to that
mid summer's eve, all the way through to it's end
and not the jungle again,
Besides every story needs an end.
Now I can end mine, not just as
a monster and king, but as one who
got to call you a friend.
I slipped from the tower and fell
every story, to a crowd below
to be photographed for tomorrow's every story.
Above, my love grows cold.
She's the only one who'll ever know
all that my tough hide holds.
My whole soul, every corner,
she played a prominent role.
Now, she'll forever remember me
until she's wise and old.
May I add a little beauty to her story
when that gets told
even long after she's gone.
She is beauty, I am brawn.
I am Kong
just feats that defeat enemies
who cross this gate.
A beast of old, here to
dominate the modern age.
Big or small, trespass
and fall prey to fists of rage.
Unfit for cage,
you approach and I'll annihilate.
A massive monster,
that packs of savages
gather in mass to offer
human tribute to..
Be it triumph
on the mind,
if I'm the one you find
you may just hum another tune
or fall victim to delusions and
die trying
beneath one who's
strength imbued.
Unstoppable, until I met beauty.
Blonde hair, eyes of blue,
that seemed to cut right through me.
She looked upon me unafraid,
in that, she strayed from the rest.
She taught me to see all the
ways I'd been blessed.
She gave my world color.
She showed me that
I was more than a beast, I was complex.
She gave me breath
and for that
I vowed to love and protect.
She learned to love me too over time.
I showed her my home, the caves,
the stones, the trees that I climb.
Her on my back, I eagerly ran
shore to shore just
to see my world through her eyes.
I was hers and she was mine.
A love pure, unspoken,
yet clearly defined.
It was life like I didn't know,
until her past crept up as I slept
and robbed me blind.
She was stolen and I was heartbroken.
I ran hard and killed men
who foolishly tried to fend me off
atop the landmarks that my love's
beautiful mind had turned into tokens.
Every tree and hill I passed as I ran,
I remembered her gazes given
and words spoken.
I could have saved her
if only I'd watched the jungle closer,
if only I listened.
She wanted to stay with me.
As he took her, I saw those blue eyes glisten.
I smashed through the gate
to see a boat awaiting.
They were taking her away in the water
and on the shore were men with chloroform
with hopes to enslave me.
I don't understand, why couldn't she save me?
Hooks sank in my skin and bottles smashed
as glass cut and liquid seeped within to sedate me.
I reached out my hand to touch her, I was fading.
Does she hate me? I fell hard into daydream.
I awoke chained on a stage
before the rich, feeling hopeless.
In a slight daze, I played along as
my mind looped
our every beautiful moment.
They applauded the smallest of movements
as my captors stood tall, looking at me
down their noses.
I should have stayed cold,
I could have just killed them all.
Now I'm a puppet with limited motions.
I'm bubbling under with pain and hunger,
fuck these useless emotions.
I think of you more
and my adrenaline pumps.
I stand up and I roar,
never has my chest needed more of a thump.
This may end poorly
but I need to find you.
I break free of my chains in a rage.
I couldn't leave
you be if I tried to.
I run through the streets, free of my daze.
I check every alley and road
until you pop out, ending the maze.
Alone again at last, your hand
stretched out, caressing my face.
Quiet for now, we go to the rink and
we skate. Bliss again,
you make this world a wonderful place.
The ice cracks as military attacks,
I roar loud enough to shatter diamonds
and throw you on to my back.
Memories of exploring the island
keep you as calm as you sink deep
into my muscling mass.
I vowed to keep you safe. I start up
the tallest tower, to get you far from
all these guns that harass.
When we arrive at the top, the rising sun
brings us close together, our last
moment of peace. Beauty and beast,
purity unsurpassed.
Then more planes fly by with more guns on blast.
I hide you
behind me
as I jump
and smash, but bullets slowly trump
every inch of strength I have.
Holes formed.. my chest, my back,
my arms, my calves.
I sink low and reach out,
I'm hurt bad.
Once more I see your eyes glisten,
your hair free in the wind.
I'm still forever glad that
it was you I listened to that
mid summer's eve, all the way through to it's end
and not the jungle again,
Besides every story needs an end.
Now I can end mine, not just as
a monster and king, but as one who
got to call you a friend.
I slipped from the tower and fell
every story, to a crowd below
to be photographed for tomorrow's every story.
Above, my love grows cold.
She's the only one who'll ever know
all that my tough hide holds.
My whole soul, every corner,
she played a prominent role.
Now, she'll forever remember me
until she's wise and old.
May I add a little beauty to her story
when that gets told
even long after she's gone.
She is beauty, I am brawn.
I am Kong
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