I was orignally going to name this, "A Sharptooth's Heart," then I remembered that there is already a fan fiction of that title, written by a member of this forum, no less, so I changed my idea slightly. I hope it flows okay. I haven't much experience with free-writing stuff.
Heart of a Sharptooth
I am a Sharptooth.
I live off the lives of others.
With my sharp teeth,
I tear into flesh and dine.
I am hated by my diet,
But I have to live.
My source of food,
Is not an option.
There is no denying,
I am a Sharptooth.
I am not heartless.
Sure, I take lives.
Perhaps even family lives.
But what about my family?
The cycle of life,
Is their loss, my gain.
I didn’t make things that way.
They just are.
There is no argument;
I am not heartless.
I feel pain too.
Do you think it’s fun,
Eating some parents,
In front of their children?
I have to harden my heart,
In order to survive.
I have to ignore emotions,
And let instincts be my guide.
You cannot disprove,
I feel pain too.
I don’t hate my life.
You might think that killing,
Makes me miserable.
Well, one gets used to it.
Some circumstances are,
Not the most pleasant,
But I prefer this kind,
Of living out life.
I really can’t refute,
I don’t hate my life.
I love the training.
Quality time with my kids,
Is the best part of my life.
Teaching them to hunt,
Helping them to take down,
The prey they come across,
Really brings us together.
I am a happy fellow.
You can’t say that I don’t;
I love the training.
My life is dangerous.
Don’t think for a moment,
That I don’t worry,
About making it through,
A hunt for my next meal.
I always remember,
That each day could be,
My very last day of all.
It goes without saying that,
My life is dangerous.
My heart is true.
I am a killer,
But I am full of love.
I love nature and family,
My life and what it entails.
Despite the dangers,
I awake with a smile,
Wondering what today may bring.
Don’t you ever think otherwise;
My heart is true.
Thank you for listening.
I hope that my story,
Has taught you more,
About my kind,
And what we feel.
We aren’t as bad,
As we may seem.
Oh my, I got so hungry…
I appreciate you staying.
Now, any last words? Chomp!
