A little poem I conjured up, with the thought of Valentine's Day and all. Though it really has nothing to do with that holiday whatsoever. But the angst and romance you will find is close enough.
I don't own Golden Sun.
I've never written Duskshipping (KarstxFelix) before…EVER. But I honestly love this couple, so here's a poem for both. (Don't worry, I also like lighthouseshipping and still tolerate windshipping.)
Sorry if some words are a bit off, I rhymed every other line (except the first, sorry) and it was a great challenge. Sorry, but hope you enjoy nonetheless.
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Never Be Found
She loved him, he loved her.
A simple story, but complexes deter.
Young minds, foolish hearts,
but strong bonds and stubborn decisions
never tore them apart.
He was of Earth, she was of Fire,
they both were complete opposites,
one of intellect and one of satire.
But her young heart and mind,
made the cold, cruel world around him,
slowly melted into his own kind.
Fiery red against the white snow,
Something strange stirred within him,
something ever so slow.
It finally started, the forbidden thing,
but such a minor detail,
was not known in young hearts that began to sing.
A kiss in the cold,
fiery lips kissing earth,
with this in mind he knew his heart had been sold.
A snow storm swept him away,
his figure retreating with two others,
and she turned around with nothing left to say.
Six months later she heard of news
one that changed her life
one of no amuse.
Setting out with the hope to kill,
she left her old self behind
in the small village of wintering still.
At Jupiter Lighthouse the worse was done,
they both met again,
but with different wills hoping to be won.
Their weapons clashed along with their tasks,
eyes locked together,
and the close ties no longer were known in the past.
A temporary armistice was called
and realizing what he had done,
he could do nothing and only wait for the fateful day to be stalled.
Some months later he found himself once again,
in the same winter village
where his heart had first began.
Known villagers came to him,
telling to save the stubborn scythe girl he knew,
but on account to their meeting he knew it was on a whim.
Mars Lighthouse and its color was red,
but so was the room he had stumbled upon
and nothing could be said.
For his fiery princess herself was on the floor,
all covered in a pool of red
and he could think of nothing more.
He lay her fragile head upon his hand,
he knew time was running,
for none could run from time's grains of sands.
Her body lay upon his lap,
and suddenly, she reached out,
her hand in his with a great clasp.
Her head lifted and revealed those brilliant red eyes
and as if time reversed,
they both felt once more those close ties.
A small smile formed upon her lips,
lifting her hand with his in a fluent grace,
she grabbed his fallen sword and met its tip.
Hand on hilt, face in shock
his once open heart,
had closed its lock.
This girl, covered in red,
had used his own sword, his own hand,
to kill her own suffering self and was now dead.
She was grateful, he knew,
that he was the last she saw
before she had passed on to be anew.
In his mind her smile was the last,
and now he could do nothing,
but mourn and remember the past.
Mars began to shine,
and looking into the light,
he could only think of the love he would never again find.
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Hope you all enjoyed, and again sorry for the words that didn't seem to fit. It was hard, really. XD