Mercenary
By l mo
Don't ask me where I come from,
Do not ask me name.
Stop asking me these questions,
I don't like to play these games.
I come here with a purpose,
A goal that's plain and clear.
A purpose that must be met,
Without hesitation or fear.
There's information about me,
That I know you're just dying to know.
And perhaps I'll tell you some of it,
Just before you go.
My name is not important,
Neither is where I come from.
All you need to know is I'm a mercenary,
And you just met your doom.
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Copyright 2005 beautifulnightsky
Published on Friday, July 22, 2005.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Comments on "Mercenary"
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On Thursday, November 12, 2009, bpathos
(77) wrote:
I like this. It kinda had the feel of being in a novel or story. I enjoyed it.
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A former member wrote:
I want a second part also, but i like the ending. A short and quick kill. No questions asked
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On Monday, August 15, 2005, l mo
(55) wrote:
part 2? I wasn't planning on writing a part 2, but now I think I will, just for you!
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On Sunday, August 14, 2005, ONEANDLONELY
(114) wrote:
It is what it is. I will await part 2
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On Friday, July 22, 2005, TheBardOfBlasphemy
(357) wrote:
lol. not bad. with more patience and work this could've been a longer rhyming story about a hunter hunted situation with more gore and surprises.
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A former member wrote:
I agree with bard on this one though I think the poem does stand well enough on its own