Guard
Try as you might to claim yourself as a lost cause,
a corrupt soul, redeemable only by way of miracle or divine intervention.
Glints of virtue reflect off your tightly polished shield,
perceptible to any that look beyond your
meticulously crafted performance.
You are not some vicious, twisted horror,
for why would a monster agonise over his own nature?
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Ah, great reveals in the last two stanzas, especially!
Love the many ways your title works, too. You’re so good at that!
Would you believe it takes me longer to think of a suitable title than to write the poem itself 😂 Very much appreciate all the support so far <3
I love the way the title gives the vibe of a medieval dungeon to this poem, especially with the added imagery of the “shield” and the “monster”.