These Haunted Walls
I remember when
There used to be
Laughter and
Shouts as people
Moved through these
Halls and lived their
Lives, never thinking
That it would end
But it did and now
There is nothing
But silence
A beauty with
Red hair moves
Silently as she
Walks side by side
With a young man
Wearing a red visor
Behind them flies
A white haired
Weather witch
A young girl
With two white
Streaks in her brown
Hair smiles up at a
Tall man who has
His arm wrapped
Around her shoulder,
Metal claws ready
To leap to defend
In a moment's instance
In an office a man
In a wheelchair
Sits and watches
As they leave,
Not knowing
That it would
Be the last time
It was a routine
Mission
They were to stop
A new mutant
That was harming
The humans
I watched them
Leave, tossing
Promises over their shoulders
That they would
Soon return
I waited for several
Hours before
Consulting Cerebro
Horror filled me when
I realized that I
Couldn't find any of them
Not even a trace of
Wolverine's rage was
Made known to me
How can this be?
How can the X-Men
Be vanquished?
How can they
Be fallen?
How can they
Be condemned
To lie in darkness
Forever, never
Again to rise?
How can Jean Grey
No longer be
Breathing?
How can Scott
No longer shoot
Red bolts from
His eyes?
How can Storm
Be condemned
To lie still
For all of eternity
With no sun?
Where is Rogue's
Broken body lying?
Is it next to one
Of her teammate's
Or perhaps next
To an enemy?
What could have made
Logan's heart stop
Beating? What
Could have defeated
The mighty Wolverine?
What happened
To my X-Men?
Where do they lie?
Are they still alive?
Could it be they
Found a way
To shield themselves
From Cerebro's
Ever present search?
Could they still be
Walking the streets,
Laughing as they do so?
But if so why have
They not yet returned?
Could it be that they
Have grown weary
Of being X-Men?
Could they be tired
Of helping protect
The innocent humans?
Could they simply be
Tired of life in general?
Jean Grey, what has
Become of your mind?
Do you still move
Objects through the
Air and probe someone's
Mind on occasion?
Has the loyal Scott
Turned traitor?
Do his eyes still
Bring down enemies
Or does he simply
Keep his eyes closed
Tight?
Do you still control the weather
My beautiful weather witch?
Do your slender hands
Still summon the power
Of a hurricane? Or do you
Summon a small breeze
These days?
Why does Rogue not answer
My desperate pleas?
Does she still hide her
Beautiful body underneath
Layers of clothing?
Or can she do the
Forbidden and touch
Those she wishes too?
What has caused the
Powerful heart of the
Wolverine to stop
Beating? What terrible
Acts brought about his end?
Do your eyes still
Burn with unchecked
Rage, my friend?
Do you still unsheathe
Your claws at those
Who would dare
Harm your precious
Rouge? Do you still
Bait Scott in an
Effort to get him
To loosen up? Do
You still lust after
Jean? Do you still
Keep them safe?
Did you fall one by
One? Did Scott
Fall first taking
A shot meant
For Jean? Did
Rogue get hurt
So badly that she
Was dying? Did
Wolverine touch
Her one last time?
Did he give her his
Healing power in
Exchange for his
Own life? Did she
Rise and take
Vengeance on the
Men who killed him?
Did she and Storm battle
Side by side? Did
Storm fall first or did
Rogue? Was Rogue
The last to fall?
Did she fall at all?
Did she live and
Flee as the one
Who gave his life
For her did?
Did any of you survive?
Did any of you
Stagger to your
Weary feet and
Make your way
To the door?
Did any of you
Take a final
Look at the broken
Bodies of your
Teammates, your
Friends? Did you
Shed a final tear
For those fallen in
Battle? Did any
Of you feel so
Overwhelmed
By hate and guilt
That you could
Not bear the thought
Of returning to me?
Did any of you steal
A vehicle or a coat
And make your way
Down the snow covered
Street? Did any of you
Survive?
I fear that I
Shall never know
The answers to
My questions
Though I long to
These halls are
Empty now; long
Since devoid of
Life
These walls sing
Your names;
Showing me pictures
Of times long gone
Your voices ring
In my ear and I
Turn, expecting
To see you there
But instead I only
See emptiness
Faded pictures
Of you line the
Walls and cover
Every available
Surface
I glance at them,
Wishing that
Somehow they
Would come alive
And I would once again
Have you with me
But alas it is only
The wish of an
Old man haunted
By those who have
Gone before
I never pictured it
Ending this way
In my mind I
Always thought
That I would go
First, preparing
The way for you
I never expected
You to pave the
Way for me
Was it my fault?
I wonder
Could I have
Prevented this had
I gone with you?
If I hadn't insisted
On you going would
You still be here?
Or would you still
Have fallen?
I grow weary
Of this world
And this pathetic
Excuse for a life
Soon I shall be joining
You, my X-Men, if
You truly have fallen
Soon we shall all
Be together again
And at last I shall
Be free of these
Haunted walls
A/N: I know it's not very good but this is what I came up with.