Recommended poem for all Murtagh fangirls (…or even fanguys, I suppose) who think Morzan is a dirty bastard.
Disclaimer: I do not own Murtagh, Selena, Morzan, or anything of the Inheritance trilogy. Lawyers and suing really aren't necessary.
I Was Alone.
What choice did I have, father?
Did I choose to be brought into this life?
Because of you and your schemes,
Your mind's broken seams,
My flesh bears the mark of your knife.
Not even born, and my life was a threat,
To you, to Mother, and any safety unmet.
You burned into my soul,
Thieving my life's only goal,
To be loved, and feel love, and know Mother's warm touch.
You stole my spirit, a price taken too much.
I saw you beat my mother;
A fist struck me as well.
Then one day, a drunken rage,
You turned my life to hell.
Your sword met my spine, the age of three,
I crumpled like a split sapling,
A scar—My trademark as your bastard.
The world would forever know me.
When I heard you died to an old man's blade,
I felt no emotion—no sadness, no rage.
Mother appeared—she'd left months ago.
She was sick, and died, one night it took,
Yet I was not grieved, I was not shook.
You did not raise me. My solitude shone.
I never had parents. I was alone.
For some spontaneous reason at 1:00 in the morning, I felt I needed to write something dedicated to Murtagh. Well. Here it is. Is it good? If so, PLEASE review. If not…still review. I don't mind flames O.O