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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
Written by ExercisingDemons
Published | Edited 13th Mar 2021
Author's Note
Didn't plan on doing this today when I started writing, but here it is. King Kong
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