by Vic A. Fury

Created on: November 28, 2008

"Vicious And The Horse Of War"
Hiding behind enemy lines.
Deep within their boundaries.
Constantly changing identity.
To keep the hawks eye off of me.

From Vicious to Meta,
From Meta to Majesty,
They never suspect that it is anything.
I am just a likable stranger,
In fact there are two or three of me.

Laughing and snickering,
I lay at their feet,
A good little puppy,
Forever I'll be.

I tempt fate often, intentionally,
Giving out bits of information,
That would link it all to me,
Strategically trying to give myself away,

But my enemies are fools,
Whom boast about their greatness,
And are blinded by their pride,
They carry on like buffoons,
While I smirk beneath my hand.

They think they are almighty,
While God sits at the dinner table,
Among them I'll stay hidden,
A game I've learned to play,
And in the end I'll be their end,
I'll bring them to their knees,

I've done this twice before,
Yet they still underestimate me,
I lay my self away to rest,
Putting a hush to my name,
Pushing it to the back of their minds,
Setting myself up for my Resurrection.

Once more they feel a sense of power,
But still they have yet to learn,
Though the power they hold is a great one,
I've always got my turn,

And in the end after the smoke has cleared,
Just as both times before,
It is I who stands victorious,
And None shall stand in my way,
Though petty a war it may seem,
Its all the excitement these eyes do see.

Vicious the Unholy Lives on in Fantasy
A force to be reckoned with until her dying days

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