A/N: Based off of the picture a friend of mine drew of Krad with a portrait of Satoshi in the background. It was made of such awesomeness, this poem dripped easily out of the background and onto the page.
Spoilers: None. Only wishes.
-Blue Bird-
Within the gilded frame
The picture of a face,
The scars run down
Where wretched nails bit.
Between the lattice of gold
The picture of a face
Stares gently out beyond
The world it cannot touch
For the wretched hands still hold.
A little blue bird
Is caught in a cage
Of golden, gilded beauty
The little wings
Are laden down
With dust that sparkles
White.
Footsteps disturb
A little blue bird
From deep sleep.
Carefully one eye peeks
Out of the golden cage,
And spies the young face
Peering at him curiously.
He closes his eye again.
Many people have stared,
But none have seen past
The gilded frame,
The golden cage.
A little finger brushes by
His dusty wings,
Disturbing
His eyes open,
And the little blue bird
Feels only that she could see
The scar on his face.
He turns away
Disturbed.
If only she would not see,
Then he could rest again,
Without a care.
Blue bird, blue bird,
Do you want to fly?
He peeked an eye
At the one fumbling at the lock
Then turned away.
The lock was not made
To be opened,
And he was not made
To fly beyond the
Gold and the white
Wretchedly holding him.
Blue bird, blue bird,
Do you want to fly?
Why is she so
Disturbing?