Upon a thunderous night, a vengeful hatred festered into great gloom

Many resentful thoughts circulated

Jealousy and revenge speculated across his motions

As a slither of hope lies long gone and dead to the truth.

While he stayed paralyzed in his agony, his face pondered
The only thoughts he was able to capture
were tridents of lightning and the screams that devoured

His eyes shifted to the burning yourn, reaching for something more

He summons others for guidance

The message of clarity, oaths riddled
within their tridents of no one to belittle.

“Create protection through destruction, leaving no defeat left slaughtered

As evil purges through this battle, we dedicate our future to humanity left unbothered”

Reins of chaos soon embarked into havoc

As that havoc
became an unfathomable static
Slaughters of a being so powerful left no mercy on the district
Finding a monster that had seemed to be so indescribably tricked.

Guizimu, a ghoul that worshiped satanic behavior, left the village in a tangle
There was no way to untie the mess without a monster to reinvent this strangle

These prophets were blessed to only soothe and carry

As the village looks for safety– these creatures venture farther

Closer by night and farther into the day, these prophets travel in packs with no stray
“Must we fight them?” one says. Another ponders “Is it worth it?”
The first of many thoughts compressed them all
“Why are we doing this?”

The five shared borrowed confidence and stolen esteem to raise their heads high
They couldn’t tell if their life was a lie or a monster in disguise

One of the five speak in only language that could be understood from their group
As the words carry on with their everyday discussion, a spike of attitude shifts
“If we forget our oaths to overcome all, then safety is being taken for granted,
Leaving no protection amongst the weak and vulnerable.”

Suddenly, their shared confidence spilled out of control

leaving no room left for insecurity

“Guizimu!” They all called toward the foolish creature above, one of five gods, was left
untangled by fear and mummified expressions

A battle that would’ve affected anyone in such a distraught state

Upon a thunderous night., the battle against vengeance and hatred festered
Leaving them all stunned.

Upon a thunderous night, a vengeful hatred festered into great gloom

One left demolished
Five left standing.

(Within the Perspective part of my project, I wanted to convey a sort of symbolisim of a Yaksha within
Thailand. This being said, I created an original poem based on the perspective of the Yaksha's
outlook/views. In doing so, this Yaksha is being viewed as the direct sayings that it represents within the
Thailand society.)