Title: The God of Death
Author: Tressa
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing doesn't belong to me. Neither does Duo Maxwell, unfortunately.
This is for fun. No money is being made off of this. Don't sue.
I sit on a bench and watch
as the world freely speeds by.
Children play, free from all the cares.
They're small, gentle hands, play.
Hands, pure from the cares of the world.
I glance at my own hands.
Blistered, hard, stained with the blood of others
Memories of myself at that young age,
blurred by sadness, regret.
Children play with their friends.
They run, they hide, they giggle and laugh.
Pretend is their life, that is what they do.
Solo and I ran and hid, if only for the chance.
The chance to live, the chance to breath.
No laughter escaped our lips, only words
not to be spoken by angels.
Mothers hold small children,
kneel before them, help them.
Their kind hands ruffle their hair,
before sending them off again, happy voices
calling "Mother! Mommy!"
And the answer, "Have fun!"
Mother, a word that I have not had the pleasure.
A nun, Sister Helen who saved me,
from all the cares of the world.
Her holy hands, slowly intertwining my hair
into the braid I adorn as a memory.
When her voice last graced the wind,
has been etched into my mind.
And that was when I was exposed more openly
to the cares of the world.
On the outside, I am happy, joyful. So similar
to all those around me. Inside, however, my heart
is black. Hardened and lost.
I pray no one else suffers the way I do.
The summer sun beats down,
unbearably hot to some,
but not to me.
I focus on the children again.
Lives so easily led, choices so easily made.
I hear a voice, and a jump and a holler.
"I am a super hero! I'm saving the day!
I will gladly save the town from it's bad guys!"
Kids cheer. Parents laugh and clap.
The little child bows, and plays protector
of the stars. They cheer for someone so bright.
Yet no one cheered for me, when I took up this fight.
I do not care. Recognition is not my goal.
For it is for these people that I take on the cares
of the world and the stars.
It is for these people, and their pure, unspotted children
I oppose the monestrous threat.
It is for these people I announce:
"For the peace of the colonies, I will gladly become
the God of Death!"
Author: Tressa
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing doesn't belong to me. Neither does Duo Maxwell, unfortunately.
This is for fun. No money is being made off of this. Don't sue.
I sit on a bench and watch
as the world freely speeds by.
Children play, free from all the cares.
They're small, gentle hands, play.
Hands, pure from the cares of the world.
I glance at my own hands.
Blistered, hard, stained with the blood of others
Memories of myself at that young age,
blurred by sadness, regret.
Children play with their friends.
They run, they hide, they giggle and laugh.
Pretend is their life, that is what they do.
Solo and I ran and hid, if only for the chance.
The chance to live, the chance to breath.
No laughter escaped our lips, only words
not to be spoken by angels.
Mothers hold small children,
kneel before them, help them.
Their kind hands ruffle their hair,
before sending them off again, happy voices
calling "Mother! Mommy!"
And the answer, "Have fun!"
Mother, a word that I have not had the pleasure.
A nun, Sister Helen who saved me,
from all the cares of the world.
Her holy hands, slowly intertwining my hair
into the braid I adorn as a memory.
When her voice last graced the wind,
has been etched into my mind.
And that was when I was exposed more openly
to the cares of the world.
On the outside, I am happy, joyful. So similar
to all those around me. Inside, however, my heart
is black. Hardened and lost.
I pray no one else suffers the way I do.
The summer sun beats down,
unbearably hot to some,
but not to me.
I focus on the children again.
Lives so easily led, choices so easily made.
I hear a voice, and a jump and a holler.
"I am a super hero! I'm saving the day!
I will gladly save the town from it's bad guys!"
Kids cheer. Parents laugh and clap.
The little child bows, and plays protector
of the stars. They cheer for someone so bright.
Yet no one cheered for me, when I took up this fight.
I do not care. Recognition is not my goal.
For it is for these people that I take on the cares
of the world and the stars.
It is for these people, and their pure, unspotted children
I oppose the monestrous threat.
It is for these people I announce:
"For the peace of the colonies, I will gladly become
the God of Death!"