A/N: Ditto as for Piggy.
Disclaimer: I actually DO own Lord of the Flies. Yes, a teenage girl in America owns LotF, and she somehow wrote it about four decades before she was born.
Simon
The Christ figure who
saw beyond
earthly things.
Who knew I'd get back
alright.
His coarse dark hair
falling in his face
in the end.
He knew the true beast
was us.
He tried to pass
the sight to us.
We wouldn't listen.
He found the Truth.
The Truth that we could
not see.
He was always right
but scared.
scared to speak out.
he needed to speak but
was afraid of reactions.
He was tempted by
Beelzebub.
Three times.
He never gave in.
He was so good.
Good to the littluns.
"Let the children come to me."
We didn't think they had worth.
He did.
He loved them.
He made them remember
home.
The children came to him
with problems.
He always had time to listen.
When he wanted alone time,
he would go to his
happy place.
His secret garden.
His garden of Gethsemane.
He went there to be
alone.
When he had
episodes.
He was so brave to
cope with his condition
without
help.
He would help others
but never himself.
His selflessness cost him
his life.
But he didn't care.
He died for us.
Saved us.
But we
killed
him.