IhniAndern

You have such big shoes to fill -
Does it daunt you? Make you ill?
Are you feeling weak and scared
when you’re oh so unprepared?

Do you know what must be done?
Stay and fight or turn and run?
You can hope and you can try -
Either way, someone will die

You can’t lead them, you’re a fake
Everything you touch will break
And the ghost of every Hale
will be watching as you fail

Derek Hale
has quite a tale
His girlfriend lit a flame
His family died
His sister cried
And he took all the blame

Derek Hale
an angry male
returns from where he fled
For someone kills
in Beacon Hills
He finds his sister dead

Derek Hale
looks mighty pale
His uncle’s gone insane
He stays afloat
rips Peter’s throat
and does not once complain

Derek Hale
fights tooth and nail
to save his new-found pack
They don’t adjust;
betray his trust
They left and won’t come back

Derek Hale
a man of fail
Alone, just like before
Been through a lot;
been tortured, shot
and now he’ll go to war

Derek Hale
is really frail
And truly unprepared
And no one knows;
beneath his clothes
That boy is really scared

Life is precious and unique
and it’s passing as we speak;
Minutes, hours, days and years
- laughter, anger, love and tears

Nothing matters; wealth or fame
For in death we’re all the same
You can fight and you can pray
- all of us will die one day

It’s the one thing that you know
So relax, enjoy the show
You have but one life, my friend
- Live it ‘til the very end.

I don’t know why you follow me, and don’t care if you don’t
But if you want it, do it - if that’s really what you want
I do not care if you unfollow me because I know
that I jump between fandoms and I don’t stick to one show

And if I follow you one day, and next day I am not -
It’s not because of you; but because my train of thought
I’m easily distracted, and frankly somewhat strange
The odds are that the reason is I just needed a change

Don’t worry if I left, I may be back before you know it
And if I’m not, then others will; they’ll love you and they’ll show it
I followed you because I liked your blog with all my heart
It’s no one’s fault that suddenly I found we’d grown apart

Wanted to do something Sterek-related for Valentine’s Day. I played around with words, and this happened. Visual poetry, I suppose.

A poem based on this amazing drawing by the horribly talented Daunt. (I have the print by my computer and I keep staring at it, and I couldn’t not write something for it)

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A scared little human with delicate features
Surrounded by bloodthirsty, dangerous creatures
Look at him kneeling; a picture of prey
He looks like he’s angry but smells of dismay

We’re holding him down and gripping his jaw
Tracing the blood on his face with a claw
Broken and soft - are we sure they’ll want him back?
Tiny and scrawny - he’s barely a snack

Useless, ungraceful, pathetic and weak
Now he is glaring, but he doesn’t speak
And think - he just wouldn’t shut up before
Perhaps he is cautious of what is in store

Talk to us, pet - will your Pack come and save you?
And will they reach us before we enslave you?
Before we get hungry and tear you apart
And rip you to pieces and feed you your heart

We’ll claw off your skin to see what is beneath
We’ll bite off your fingers and pull out your teeth
Your Pack cannot save you, but if they arrive
We might let them watch while we eat you alive

And during all this we will keep you awake
And watch as you crumble, watch as you break
We’ll listen to you as you struggle and cry
And when you give up we will watch as you die

He knows what we’re saying is not just a threat
He’s smelling like fear and like blood and like sweat
He is delicious; a toy on display
Brothers and sisters of mine - shall we play?

A lost little human, thrown to his knees
We’ll let you go, boy, if you say “please”
We’ll count to ten, then we’ll be right behind you
Wherever you may try to hide, we will find you

This is your chance to get out alive
If you don’t take it you will not survive
Run, boy, run - it’s your chance to be free!
We’ll come and get you! One … two … three …