By: RaeAnna G.
Bane, walking with you can be a fright.
Prancing like a king, your gait so bold.
Fear shakes to the core of those around you.
Like an alpha, few dare to enter the space you claim.
Like a high-tech screening system, you scan those around.
The judge, the jury, and the executioner, you choose their fate.
If they lose, oh what power you display.
If they win, not an ounce of emotion is shown.
So unaware I walk, passing murderers and thieves.
Your judgments are harsh, the slicing looks I get for trusting.
You know what holds their heart.
Their lies, their guilt, the secrets locked away, nothing escapes you.
Deep down, fear grips your heart, it rules your mind.
What those you shake never see is the fear you hide.
Your screening a mistrust of those around.
The king afraid of his peasants, he knows what they can do.
Edited by Rachel Menkhus