I do not own Sailor Moon unfortunately, otherwise I probably wouldn't have
written this story. I also don't own the poem used in this, I have no clue
who wrote it. This is also my first writing of Sailor Moon. Feed back is
always good! *^_^* Oh and um I think this is around PG-13.
Serena was sitting in her room staring out at the half moon thinking of how Darien had spoken so cold to her yet again.
"Mother, why must this happen now? You never should have used the crystal to save my court and me! It was pointless, can't you see that!? Darien no longer wishes to even _see_ me!" Serena choked out between sobs.
*My heart is heavy. But my eyes have dried, my face is wet from the tears that I've cried, the hour is early, yet for me it is late...
"I am sick of not being good enough for anyone anymore!" Serena whispered so she didn't wake up her mom or Rini, as she made her way down to the kitchen. 'I am so sorry I failed you Mother, and I am sorry I failed you too Luna.... No matter how much you yell and scold me'
*Death, for me, is the better fate.
Serena pulled the sharpest and longest blade she could find and silently made her way back up to her room.
*I grasp the blade of shinning steal, its shine I see, it's pain I feel. I think of you as I hold the knife: you, and me, and our tattered life. For only you did I adore, but you didn't love me any more.
'Darien, I'm going to miss you the most when I'm gone.' Serena thinks as she looks at the happy photo of her and her beloved. 'But how could you have been so cold? Your words alone were like a thousand of your steel- tipped Roses, piercing into my shattered heart'
*The knife I hold reflects my tears, as the words your spoke confirmed my fears. I asked you-begged you, to stay, but you shook your head and turned away. You left as I began to cry, and that's the night I began to die. The knife is here to speed the fate, I'm going now; it's getting late.
'I best get this over with before I either chicken out or someone wakes up and sees me'
* I hold the knife above my head. The pain of death I no longer dread. I plunge it deep within my chest, then close my eyes, lay down to rest. My life pours out around the wound, this life... Which will be over soon. I'm fading fast; though I'd rather have known no life at all, then a life alone.
As Serena laid down upon her bed and held the picture of her one love to her, she whispered out her final words..."I will always love you Darien"
And that was how her mom found her in the morning.
Sylentmage
Yeah I know, rather dark but I like the poem. It's called " A Death Alone" I have no clue who wrote it E~mail me at sylentmage@hotmail.com Love Y'all!!!!
P.S. I haven't the slightest clue as to who wrote the poem
Alone
My heart is heavy. But my eyes have dried, my face is wet from the tears that I've cried, the hour is early, yet for me it is late...
Death, for me, is the better fate.
I grasp the blade of shinning steal, its shine I see, it's pain I feel. I think of you as I hold the knife: you, and me, and our tattered life. For only you did I adore, but you didn't love me any more.
The knife I hold reflects my tears, as the words your spoke confirmed my fears. I asked you-begged you, to stay, but you shook your head and turned away. You left as I began to cry, and that's the night I began to die. The knife is here to speed the fate, I'm going now; it's getting late.
I hold the knife above my head. The pain of death I no longer dread. I plunge it deep within my chest, then close my eyes, lay down to rest. My life pours out around the wound, this life... Which will be over soon. I'm fading fast; though I'd rather have known no life at all, then a life alone.
Serena was sitting in her room staring out at the half moon thinking of how Darien had spoken so cold to her yet again.
"Mother, why must this happen now? You never should have used the crystal to save my court and me! It was pointless, can't you see that!? Darien no longer wishes to even _see_ me!" Serena choked out between sobs.
*My heart is heavy. But my eyes have dried, my face is wet from the tears that I've cried, the hour is early, yet for me it is late...
"I am sick of not being good enough for anyone anymore!" Serena whispered so she didn't wake up her mom or Rini, as she made her way down to the kitchen. 'I am so sorry I failed you Mother, and I am sorry I failed you too Luna.... No matter how much you yell and scold me'
*Death, for me, is the better fate.
Serena pulled the sharpest and longest blade she could find and silently made her way back up to her room.
*I grasp the blade of shinning steal, its shine I see, it's pain I feel. I think of you as I hold the knife: you, and me, and our tattered life. For only you did I adore, but you didn't love me any more.
'Darien, I'm going to miss you the most when I'm gone.' Serena thinks as she looks at the happy photo of her and her beloved. 'But how could you have been so cold? Your words alone were like a thousand of your steel- tipped Roses, piercing into my shattered heart'
*The knife I hold reflects my tears, as the words your spoke confirmed my fears. I asked you-begged you, to stay, but you shook your head and turned away. You left as I began to cry, and that's the night I began to die. The knife is here to speed the fate, I'm going now; it's getting late.
'I best get this over with before I either chicken out or someone wakes up and sees me'
* I hold the knife above my head. The pain of death I no longer dread. I plunge it deep within my chest, then close my eyes, lay down to rest. My life pours out around the wound, this life... Which will be over soon. I'm fading fast; though I'd rather have known no life at all, then a life alone.
As Serena laid down upon her bed and held the picture of her one love to her, she whispered out her final words..."I will always love you Darien"
And that was how her mom found her in the morning.
Sylentmage
Yeah I know, rather dark but I like the poem. It's called " A Death Alone" I have no clue who wrote it E~mail me at sylentmage@hotmail.com Love Y'all!!!!
P.S. I haven't the slightest clue as to who wrote the poem
Alone
My heart is heavy. But my eyes have dried, my face is wet from the tears that I've cried, the hour is early, yet for me it is late...
Death, for me, is the better fate.
I grasp the blade of shinning steal, its shine I see, it's pain I feel. I think of you as I hold the knife: you, and me, and our tattered life. For only you did I adore, but you didn't love me any more.
The knife I hold reflects my tears, as the words your spoke confirmed my fears. I asked you-begged you, to stay, but you shook your head and turned away. You left as I began to cry, and that's the night I began to die. The knife is here to speed the fate, I'm going now; it's getting late.
I hold the knife above my head. The pain of death I no longer dread. I plunge it deep within my chest, then close my eyes, lay down to rest. My life pours out around the wound, this life... Which will be over soon. I'm fading fast; though I'd rather have known no life at all, then a life alone.