Zealot - A poem about Hidan.

This is the first time I have attempted to write anything of this nature, so I am no poet. But I thought I would give it a bash.

Zealot

Satisfied he lay on blood soaked dirt.

Ravishing in the the feeling of anguish and hurt.

Prayers that were whispers from his trembling lips.

Pain is pleasure, he needed a fix.

With honour and loyalty he did what he craves.

Appeasing his deity, sending mortals to their graves.

He dealt out justice to those who dare question.

Immortality, fragile aggression.

Their sacrificial blood welcomed the despair.

Afflicting the torture he so willingly shared.

An unhesitant grin showed his gratification.

Black and white, resist no temptation.

The darkness slowly converts him to insanity.

Alone and unable to compose the next profanity.

The rest of his suffering spent submerged in a hole.

Jashin save, his immortal soul.

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If you have any ideas for other characters for me to turn into poetry please let me know.

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