So I need to stop telling myself I'm never writing a fanfiction for something in the cartoon world I don't like, cause apparently I have a knack for doing the exact opposite of what I say. Hence the 7D FanFiction.
Warning this Free write poem deals with a lot, it's depressing of sorts and I don't want to ruin anyone's childhood. If you don't want to see one of your favorite dwarves depressed and a little crazy don't read this Prologue poem.
I got the inspiration to do this after doing this for a few of my stories after making poems in Poetry 272... I hope you enjoy.
This poem is not supposed to have any particular style, it's supposed to be a Free Write but at the same time kind of here and there, I really tried to get in the head of one of my favorite Snow White Dwarf characters I loved growing up and I love in the cartoon I catch while doing homework and studying...
This story for now will be PG-13 and I think it will stay there, but I don't know if I'll change it to M later on. I don't have many mature themes to designate it mature, but I just want to give the heads up.
Disney owns the 7D
I only own this story, I'm not taking liberties or money for writing this or using characters from the 7D.
Oh I do Own Boc- long story will explain latter.
Anyone want to make a cover art for this story, always doing contests, but I might give you a prompt cause this does not explain the story itself, its more of a intro to where we are, and what had happened etc. So pretty much a what happened chapter.
Thanks for reading Enjoy :)
Killing of Delight
Prologue: These Days We Spend, Alone am I (Killing of All Delight)
These halls are empty remnants of the lost
Reminders of a time a place they once were known.
In these walls the bells would toll and long would wails sound.
In these walls we lived, we laughed and spent in joyful song.
In these halls music would sing and regal colors would spring to life.
But all is lost, for all is stolen even the splendor from me and time.
Outside is empty, where all jollyous things come to die.
The grass long grown, roads grown over,
Houses destroyed by weeds, seeds and lovely leaves.
And there in the square,
Where a town before its time once stood and thrived
Now has long been raw as a rotten core,
Broken down to the earthly demise.
These halls we walk still held joyness of life,
In once upon a time.
Even when the world around us appeared to die,
We remained the humble servants of the land we knew as home,
Yes we stayed.
Stayed behind for years to come,
With the only abode we owned and loved.
First came the Crusades,
That's where all hope and love came to end
Our sweet Delight we forced away,
Never to know if she survived.
Then came the Snow in our forgotten land,
And once again someone made us far too proud.
Proud once more to have and be a good old timeless friend with thee.
But like all seasons she had her day
Then it went far away.
For the plague,
Yes the plague,
The plague you see
Why it came like waves,
By the remains of the day,
Abandoned were we,
All were swept away,
And again alone we would be.
Still we stayed, like ghosts in the trees.
Even when our Jolly ole town went to waste.
Empty and fragile as a babies toy,
But living and breathing as we survive.
We like all had good times and bad,
They came swift and left just as quick.
Like no time at all, the day had come;
The day to learn all magic was killed like a salted slug,
In a hundred years of this blasted war.
Than we knew Medusa lived,
Our blessed home had seen her gems,
The widowed hallows of the eternally damned.
It was that day, she couldn't yield,
For the earth became o'hollowed steel
That she of earth could never bare.
It's not her choice to make metal of men.
As seasons came and seasons went,
We all but disappeared.
Those like us of stories, songs and spritsie things
Would dwindle to exist,
Except for ink upon a humble fables page.
Still we found a way,
For we alone survived
Beyond the bounds of tales old as time,
We of magic alone survived.
Our curse,
Our curse, it gave us life!
While our kind and all alike were like ants in the stream,
Unfortunate to float away as time slowly went by.
Somehow without our Delight to bright,
Our Snow oh so white,
Our magical kinds dancing with glee,
And wondrous friendships all alike
Through all we lived,
Here we survived
And here we stayed alive.
We...Yes we, alone stayed in a kingdom that cries for life.
Yes we remained behind.
Keeping our friends old home from crumbling away,
At least the best we could try.
Us seven lived,
We seven survived.
One or two in their time even taking up a wife.
That is for what they could find for the rarest of time.
Love after all is the ficklest of beasts
And oh so very hard to find.
The story was the same, or so it came
Long or short eventually all were swept away,
No longer to give us glee or humble company,
And once again alone we would be.
Surviving as reminders of an ancient time;
A time when magic once thrived with life.
Doc, he found someone, of condoling kindness
Sweetly named kind as the Almighty Grace.
A midwife herself, the two were quite the yoke,
If only time was not watching close.
How hatefully he sat cockily ticking away,
Maybe he could wait for something beautiful to begin.
But he's a thief, as many are aware.
Sadly, their time was shorter than the wait to wed.
Not even a young mother and still a youth,
No matter the size, labor took the untimely toll.
The ferry man came to collect his dues.
At birth it was, the time of new life
The first breath, a tick, and wail
Than another would have their last rise and fall.
Just like the sea she was dropped upon a beach,
Waiting and happy, suddenly that was swept away,
And she gently went by.
Gently indeed, she left in the peaceful night.
Gently into that good ole night of many morns,
Into the carriage of our good ole friend,
And her body was left cold with death.
Maybe that was it!
She was the sign from God himself.
A sign we should have heard,
And should have listened within our hearts.
In the years that came a handsome youth
Our brothers son,
He grew and grew he did and would.
Like us the curse was shared with him,
But unlike us the rest of us,
He yearned for more beyond our home.
The boy a youth longed to go beyond our walls
But we said "No!"
We were mistaken,
Or so I think?
For even if we refused the world insisted it was his way.
How hard he begged and pleaded his case,
But as fate should have it they'd have their way.
However, not as was foreseen,
His dreams came in a very different humble way.
We should have let him go those days,
Let the brat get his way
But our poor ole brother wished to keep his son at home,
Afraid to give free will to his only babe.
I guess we couldn't blame him,
After losing two so quick
He would have had a daughter,
But as night would have had it, in it's seething grip,
Both his wife and child were taken all too quick.
Still that wish found the boy,
And like the snake at Eden's door recalled him in,
Than it snapped his neck.
Sadly it snared him in a trap,
Like a rabbit and a cage,
He could try to fight,
Try to break from the walls,
But he would not ever go free,
It was the way.
Yes it spun on heals and snapped,
Only enticing him like honey dripping devils lips.
His heart, oh I fear,
His poor young heart had hopes and dreams
That like dandruff in a bath,
Washed away on that very eve.
Yes, some were never meant for the sweets and treats,
Of gaily winds and whimsical ships.
Nor can all be told to find the dance and song,
When baring the festivities of this bitter sinful world.
But no one could have thought,
Bitterness makes a sour apple,
Nor know it steals with the night and time,
The innocence of youth you fight to keep.
Thee be warned,
You teach the young to lose,
Or come to fear the mask they wear,
For whose to know what passion can do?
When passion seeps in the hearts of youth
Be warned for what may come to be,
When crushed into the dusty ground.
The destruction when it breaks like clay,
The storm that stirs awake,
The damage that they make
The atrocities summon in a rake,
Count your blessings,
For they are coming far to quick.
That's the day the games all changed
And our little man bitter began.
No one foresaw the darkness cooking within.
It came to bury us without the hope of light.
In those days blood would drip,
Jolly was murdered by a man,
Replaced by the hellish clouds hovering overhead
The clouds that form our nightly terror.
It was where it all began.
O' Jolly you oh blessed youth
For where has our time gone?
Dark our your cragged roots,
How skeletons became the town
Shells remain of your deplored coots.
Now I wish that day you hadn't gone away.
For now our hearts our split in twos.
I wish it were just me instead.
Like a knife severs limbs,
I guess our family was the limb.
Within days half of us were gone,
buried six-feet down on a hillside with sun.
Now we three,
Yes we three remained to see it all die the day:
The day we grieved these horrid fates,
We made the graves on broken grounds,
And came and went all over again.
You're right!
Your right, for in the end we turned on all and one again.
I guess its cause you went away;
You didn't have to leave us this way.
Three of us that's all that remains.
In the darkened land of rock and soot,
That once was rich as golden plains,
The rest that came, all those days,
They weren't the same not one bit since that day.
Dancing, frolicsome; joyous no more.
Long has it been since Happy sang,
And his jovial tunes made life fare and good.
Two,
Three…
Then ten centuries go by.
And still the world is not the same
He ruined it all,
For all to come.
Life is gone,
Jolly is dead,
And you oh time killed Delight.
Grumpy like always is the same,
Hard to please like that is new to say.
But I came to ask you God,
I beg you hear my prayer.
Oh Please!
Oh Please!
Yes please, take me far away!
There's not one to be stupid around,
And pretend that I am challenged or dumb.
It was my game,
My silly little game.
You know that's how my fun made me-me.
But now, with this
You've driven me insane!
Instead of joyful Dopey,
I'm quickly going Insane!
Like a boy, you forced me to age.
Not externally, but mentally you know?
You made me grow into a man,
And alone I chased this horrid darkness far away.
I cannot do it, not anymore,
I've got to morn too you know!
I refuse to talk,
And still won't try,
Unless I have to,
I don't want to try.
But no one will force me to try;
My actions can speak far more for me.
What good are words,
If you can show what others should all but know?
After all, what more can I say,
That they haven't already heard in words not from me?
What I have to say,
I know in truth no one should ever come to hear.
I'm afraid of what might slip,
I guarantee it won't be good, not one bit.
You ask us to look towards Your light,
What might that even be?
If you chase away the night,
Than chase away these demons haunting my kin and me right here!
Why choose me to be here and do this,
When I'm all but one man!
Why am I here,
Please tell me why I am here?
My brothers were special,
Far better than me.
I choose to shut up,
You know, I did some nasty things.
But now you know what,
I feel time to talk.
At least then you will know I speak the truth,
Cause I swear on earth it's time to go.
You keep me here but I can't help but ask why that is?
I'm no good,
I'm not anymore,
not as I once was.
So I ask again,
And please be honest,
Cause I don't play:
Why am I here?
Why keep me here?
Why did I not die?
Tell me what you want-
-want from me?
I read the good book,
Get on my knees
And bow my head for mid-night prayer.
I've followed your request, since my youth
It's all you've ever asked.
Read the good book;
Believe in you,
Even when my brothers disagree.
Still you're silent in my greatest time of need.
I know you're there,
But show yourself to me,
For again I need to hear why I'm here.
So listen as I pray tonight,
Listen to dear old Dopey Dee.
I'm wild and free,
A stallion in a heard,
Unchained by regrets,
Or so I once was,
But need to know Lord why keep me here?
Why put me here?
Cause you know as all should know my soul its weak,
I know that soon it's time to die.
Please hear my plea,
Pick me?
Save me?
But why, why is it me?
Why am I alive?
I'm no better than the other guy.
As I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the lord my soul to keep.
I pray you watch my family down here,
But please give me rest,
Take me home up there!
For at least I know I'll be spared,
At least by then I'll find my peace at last.
Maybe tomorrow I'll find this a dream.
I'll wake with surprise and joy the same.
Tomorrow I'll be home,
In a world oh so sweetly free.
Doc and Boc,
You know they'll both be there.
Solving problems no one can understand.
And Sleepy with his Hypersomnia
Will be unable to stay awake,
But deep he'll dream in such wonderful peace.
Sneezy my friend and Happy's son
Your allergies will be uncontrolled,
And atomic will your nose still be
Then dear old Bashful,
Little do you know your pitied soul,
How could you know,
You started this all?
It wasn't your fault,
Not at all,
If only you had known.
Even he would be there,
As all of them would be.
At least a man or dwarf could hope,
I pray this dream would soon come to end
Desperately I plea my wish will come to be.
That would be the day of absolute peace,
To find this worry was nothing more than a bad old dream.
If it were, maybe others would still be,
Other than my brothers.
Maybe Delight would be alright,
And same with Snow instead of cold.
Then again this is my wish,
But Lord I wish it could be true.
Tell me something so I may stay here,
I'll swear I'll go away if not!
So Lord by tomorrow please give me answers,
Give me reason to live for my brothers.
I can tell they don't want me here;
I'm not the clown they wish me to be.
I won't ever be,
So long as the others remain dead and gone.
Or else I swear my dearest friend,
Ole time won't find me home or anywhere.
I'll take my life,
Well I'll find a way to make this family whole again.
Who would think,
Or dare to care,
Dopey is a thinking bear?
It's not like I show the world,
Or let them know my mind is set,
And whisper my deepest darkest hidden whims.
Now I've found my voice,
After years of fear.
You won't shut me up
And I won't be shut out,
No it never will be ever again.
I need you to hear me out,
For I need to speak my prayer.
The other day I found a book,
Floating in a river here,
And over there.
I laughed to find the terms it used,
That it should call me something new,
"Clinically Depressed"
I guess it fits;
It does make sense,
After all the days are dark and darker do they get.
But if I am,
You've taken away my name.
What's in a name,
When no more do you reflect what they're meant to see?
Once more I ask you:
And this shall be the last.
'God please give me back my name!'
Tomorrow let me wake
And live this hell as a dream.
Or lift this damn curse,
For long we've lived,
It's time to go home
It's time to lay still,
it's time to be dead.
Fix our hell,
Un-damn our souls
And give us something new
Or crush my soul.
I'm tired of pretending I can talk to walls
And they'll talk back
Or so they did not long ago.
I haven't heard them in oh so long,
But what do you expect
Where is there a friend to hear?
I need a friend to hear my prayer!
It only works when magic remained,
But you know how that came to end and deeply change.
So answer my prayers dear God,
Before I go completely mad.
For all I know I'm already there,
What year is it?
What time is it?
What day is today?
Am I already at the end?
Could it be, Am I dead?
Sincerely Yours who asks for peace,
Your Humble Believer,
Dopey Dee
I hope you enjoyed, depressing huh?
Don't blame me for the depressing mode of the history in the story prologue. I dreamt it, so blame my dreams if anything, it was kinda crazy when I wasn't really a huge fan, but the dream was that good I had to write this story...
Ok before I get a horde of angry mobs coming after me, I'll admit I always saw Dopey as a very smart guy hiding his nature. Don't ask me why it's always puzzled me, and I'm discussing this from the Snow White perspective. So when push came to shove and I had a crazy dream out of no where with the 7D I had no plans to continue giving dopey his unvoiced part. There's more depth to him I know it, and in the Snow white story I wrote long ago but have not posted and here I'll address this. My idea behind Dopey is that he witnessed or was at fault for something tragic when he was very young nad became a mute because he could not handle what happened and found it better not to speak. I mean it's been seen in the show that Dopey understands a great many things so I thought it just fit there's a lot more going on in that brain of his then just whimsical things.
Oh and quick note, originally I was more fond of Sneezy surviving cause well he's the cuter and younger looking of the bunch. I actually like him, probably because I feel for the allergy side, sometimes I feel just like that I have way to many allergies, and guess what it's that time of year. But the more I went through it and my story from my dream to on paper it made sense like my dream had that he was one that was dead. But he will make appearances in many ways.
Oh yeah, so I decided at one point in the writing of my story that for some reason Dee would be the last name of the dwarves, it' makes sense if you think of it. I almost forgot till last minute when it came to me and I added this addition to the name.
So next chapter? (Update coming soon Summer 2016)
Bonnie 'BonBon,Bo', Tate, Minnie 'Minute, Mins' and Cameron 'Cari' will be seen, and what exactly are they doing? Traveling of course.
In the next chapter-Chapter 1: What He Left Behind.
Maybe the young adults are good omens on the land that's long forgotten in lore.