Part I

I came into this world not knowing what to expect.

Its functions and traditions, all foreign to me.

Its doors were golden.

A smile as genuine as it was false.

I was greeted kindly,

And welcomed heartily.

But nerves sent spirited shocks all through my mind.

My body had tensed; my muscles a string on a guitar.

Some locals stared, their eyes glistened.

Diamonds in a sea of charcoal.

The heat of their gaze made my back swelter.

The kindness was false.

I would not enjoy my stay.

Part II

The days were long.

The nights were miserable.

My heart was a burden,

Plagued by the locals and the others.

Hungry beasts haunted our land,

Their appetite insatiable.

The locals: their slaves.

And I had been fool enough to join them.

My hate soon consumed me.

I was loathe to my new home.

I could not stand my fate.

I would not suffer at the hands of others.

It would be insurrection.

Part III

Bound to my fellows,

I asked for their help.

As a newcomer, I was alien.

My ideas, my thoughts, my fight all seen as futile.

Some followed me.

They spread good word to others.

Before long, our effort had organized.

In secret we would meet.

I wanted arms.

The people did not.

Peaceful, pacifistic; all fools.

They did not know what the fight demanded of us.

But I honoured them.

And I strode to the House of our Oppressor.

He was a beast, just like those that haunted us.

And his hunger just as virulent

I stood before him.

He told me to be gone.

I told him to fuck off.

Part IV

There he stood,

Frenzy in his eyes.

The gate of his mouth opened wide,

Revealing a smothering darkness inside.

Fire bellowed from it.

Fire so fierce, it burned my very soul.

Rage billowed from the chasm of his jaws,

Fear forced shivers down my heart.

The eyes of the beast pierced my armour,

Weakening me so.

I was made a meal of;

Another feast for his undying avarice.

I had lost my job.