MY THANKSGIVING SPECIAL
(Poems that were meant for people who love Callisto)
Callisto has...
She has lived and she has died
She has smiled and she has cried
She has moaned and she has screamed
and made hellish thoughts in my dreams
And some of her slaughters were weariness
she had to be creative to solve her dreariness
And all things
except two things
were hatred and love.
Love- not worth anything and
Hate- all best of things.
Callisto is...
Callisto is the radiance that beholds the darkness.
She is the one that shall never see light.
She goes to Tartarus through sickness and pleasure
she is tortured endlessly and unable to fight.
In the blackness of the sky
Her hair gleams like fire
Her dark, pierced eyes see through the widows of your soul,
Her long, silver sword has a journey at it's point
To draw your blood and cut through your bones.
She has a evil grin
that puts a chills down your spine
Her high-screeched voice
makes you want to run away.
Her replies, or sarcasm makes you kick her face
then she’ll disembowel your guts and simply hang you from a tree.
HOMEPAGE
