Disclaimer: Yesterday I did not own Avatar: the last airbender, and today, I still don't. Please read and review. No flames. This poem is about how Aang might have felt after he burned Katara in the episode Deserter
The Wild Flames:
Didn't listen,
Was rash and unprepared.
Flames untamed,
And out of control.
Did some harm,
Damage cannot undo.
Her whimpers and cries,
Echo in his head.
Roars of the protective older brother,
Play in his mind incessantly,
Never ceasing.
She's aching and weeping,
Yet nothing he can do.
Wrestled onto the floor,
Pinned down,
Doesn't attempt to rise.
Come what may,
Knows he deserves.
Pit-pat of footsteps heard,
Then discontinue.
He's up and on his feet,
But she's gone.
Now deserted and alone,
Enclosed by flames,
Darkness closing in.
Can't reverse the pain he's caused,
Not anything he can do.
Emotions overcrowd his judgment,
A tinge of guilt pangs at his heart.
Sadness slowly dragging him in,
Closer to the darkness.
Anger is present,
Infuriated at himself.
Eyes shut,
The darkness consuming him.
Vows to himself,
That never again,
Will flames escape his fingertips.
Sudden hum of feet meeting earth,
Gradually bring him back and to the light.
A feminine voice breaks through the shell,
Snapping him back in entirely.
An urge to know who is there,
Eyes open-glancing up at the source.
He tries to disagree,
Failing miserably.
Out of the darkness,
Into the light once again.
Even in the light,
His promise stays fresh in mind.
Never again will fire wound the ones he loves,
-Never again will he be the cause,
Never again.