Pol’s Voice

Its name mocks its silence, a worthless beast born to 
violence ears and whiskers flapping as its yellow 
flesh comes slapping across the rank filth of this 
ancient subterranean floor. its hate knows no bounds 
as its home knows no sounds (but the) 
FLAPPING-SLAPPING-SPLATTING OF ITS- YELLOW- FLESH. *i 
am the herald of light* I withdraw a shining glory, a 
single loving-end of story, the only weakness, a grace 
like wings, my bow sings. *UNLEASHED* and in the 
silver light my arrows take flight *UNLEASHED* splits 
pols voices head and spills its thoughts and dreams 
*UNLEASHED* in crimson red across this floor 
*UNLEASHED* a host of yellow bodies comes crashing to 
my feet NEAT! A HoSt oF sLapPinG YellOW BodieS cOMEs 
CrAsHINg iN cRImsoN PIles A HoSt oF sLapPinG YellOW 
BodieS cOMEs CrAsHINg iN cRImsoN PIles A HoSt oF 
sLapPinG YellOW BodieS cOMEs CrAsHINg iN cRImsoN PIles 
A HoSt oF sLapPinG YellOW BodieS cOMEs CrAsHINg iN 
cRImsoN PIles RUNNING AWAY RUNNING AWAY RUNNING AWAY 
FROM YOUR OWN VOICE RUNNING AWAY RUNNING AWAY RUNNING 
AWAY FROM POLS VOICE! SILENCE! SILENCE! SILENCE! 
SILENCE!