Contest:Character Poetry Contest/Astrid's Poem-AstridMyx's Entry

Marcellus Ryder.

Son of Hades.

He has spent a lot of time outside, and enjoys the trees. He grew up in a place where it was mostly concrete and he doesn't miss it at all.It angers him when ever he thinks of the ways that humanity has tamed the beautiful wild. Thus, he wrote this poem.

Smothering Life



Trees try to grow and survive

They can't buried under concrete, losing their lives

So they are smothering while we live and thrive

But without them, we shall die

Flowers try to grow as well.

We kill them for beauty, or someone else.

They're for funerals,wedding,symbols of wealth.

But killing the plants, it's like killing yourself.

And as a the son of hell

I can already see,feel, and tell

That things will not go well

For,the human race has already failed.