This is a poem I wrote recently about Judge Claude Frollo from Disney's 1996 "The Hunchback of Notre Dame". Saw the movie recently after not seeing it since I was little, so, yeah, I'm kinda hooked on it. Used some creative liberties with this poem, and it's the first poem I've ever written willingly. Also, I would want to have your guys' personal opinions since, yes, it's the first poem I've written that was not for school or anything.

Wicked

I am a figure, twisted, I know,
Unable to undo the coils of my soul.
I know I have no heart
But something beats in my chest
Nonetheless.
Some say I hide behind crosses,
That my virtue is nothing but smoke.
Let them talk!
I do as I please
And try forever to do in the name of God.
I hold no regrets
For the things I have done
Or the things I am to do.
I judge and need not be judged.
Isn't that what God sent me to do?

But the Devil is always there,
Hiding in my shadow.
He's in the wretched filth
That claw at me with grubby hands,
And the licentious people's
Pomp and vulgarity.
Yes, the filth . . . !
Aren't I, Lord, above all these?
Surely I must!
For they must be crushed
Like the pests they are,
Who eat at this world
This city!
Like termites at fragrant timber!
It's duty, my Lord,
That drives me to head this
Judgment,
This Apocalypse.
And I shall be the Rider of Death
With You as my One guide.

Now, Lord, I know You wish to judge me.
For all my attempts at proving faithful,
One things sickens my soul.
I can feel my heart,
Which I know not exists,
Beating in my chest
With unscrupulous longing.
It's desire I feel,
Burning hot and dark.
It gnaws at my soul!
I'm compelled to give in,
But to fight it would prove my Salvation.
Temptation shall prove Damnation!
Is this a test, O Lord,
To prove my virtue?
Is this why You have sent
This wicked temptress
To my doorstep?
Surely You are testing me!
Tis a cruel game You've played,
But I shall abide
And not give in.
My eyes stay focused on You alone.

Yet, my eyes have stolen glances
At the forbidden fruit
And I condemn myself
For not staying vigilant!
Rid me of this succubus!
Free me from Your game!
For if not, I shall surely fall!
Give me Your sword
And allow me to smite the wicked
That dare to pull me down!
Anything to keep favor
In your Almighty gaze!

But what's this I feel?
Compulsion?
Compulsion towards what?
Thy siren shall not face death so instantly!
She shall face a choice,
A choice of Repentance
From her wicked, seducing ways,
Or it shall be Judgment
In the fiery flames of Hell!
I only wish for her to see the Light
And join me in Salvation.
Is that so wrong?

I feel torn!
This decision puts me on the edge
Of losing this foul battle You've sent me into!
Is it life or death I wish to see
In those alluring emerald eyes?
Give me an answer, my Lord!
Deliver me from this flame!
I cannot hold on
For what burns inside me,
In a chest with no heart
But a heart that yet beats!