What are you doing, \ L \ i \ t \ t\ l \ e \ «hero»?
((Hiding)) your face, ((hiding)) the t.e.a.r.s.
?Weren't you supposed to save the wORLd, little «hero»?
{Or was golden J450N available¿}
Or aren't you (my) Little «hero», /anymore/?
=SuchAPityPityPity=
What are you n o w , then?
Your mom(dead)my called you her **dragon**
But **dragons** are u-n-v-e-n-c-i-b-l-e and fierce
[While you're just a waste of 'tick tock' time].
In that #silly# camp ~where you'll n3v3r fit~ you're the FiRePrOoF
B!u!t! between you & me,
fire. hurt|s|.you.
She says you're a –Repair Boy-
^How ironic^, because you're B_br_bro_brok_broken.
And nodoby's there - to repair you.
Your pieces, sh-at-te-red.
You
F
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D
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….And you felt so…
desesperatedscaredfrightenedsadangrymad
The t*o*o*l*b*e*l*t and your +fire+ became uSeLeSs, everything was
Darkcoldemptyquiethorriblethreateninginfinite
Try to be a "little «hero»" here, mortal.
And don't d-r-e-a-m! of getting out
{There's no escape}
You're trapped in your own m.i.n.d.
My first attempt to make a freeverse. I have always loved them.
Hum... This is from Gaea to Leo, after Mark of Athena. Ugh. I seem to have a love for angst stories. Sorry for that. Anyway, could you review and tell me your thoughts? :) Please!