Just something that sprouted from a drawing I made last night.
This is just a poem featuring an OC I made, and I assure you that it's quite intresting.
I may make a sequel poem from my OC's point of view.
It just depends on my mood and motivation.
So enjoy. :3
And happy Black Friday, hopefuly you didn't maul anyone for a waffle iron.
I don't own Avatar. It's probably be more twisted if I did...
I do own my OC though. I don't think Nickelodeon would want him.
"Welcome to my palace."
Said the Lord with a grin upon his face
With arms spread wide
And robes rustling.
The man from the Great Walled City
Gave the mighty Lord his thanks.
Surely he must be honored
For a mighty Lord to greet him personally.
"It must be tradition."
Thought the man of the Earth.
For he was taught
That his country was by far more civilized.
A grin crossed the Lord's face
As he gestured for him to enter
The great palace
That stood watch over the city.
The man walked behind the Lord
As he would with his own King,
But he knew that the Lord
Wouldn't care for such formalities.
He knew of course
That such formal measures
Would be lost in this palace
in such an uncivilized land.
The great Lord showed him to his room
With a slight wave of his hand.
The man bowed to the Servant-Lord
He now knew that his country was far more superior.
Why would a powerful Lord
Play the role of Servant?
His King was an honored God
While this Lord was only a lowly servant.
One of his aides walked in
Luggage in hand.
The man of the Earth
Voiced his concerns to the bowing aide.
The servant paused
Then only spoke what all knew
Was the truth and accepted fact.
"We are the most civilized country on Earth."
The Diplomat nodded in agreement.
It was the truth that was spoken.
He knew it was true
And so did the Lord.
Another servant came to the room
Saying that dinner was ready.
The Diplomat followed the servant
To see the Lord once again.
He walked down the hall
Closer to the dining room.
To the Servant-Lord
Who was far below him, indeed.
They entered the great hall
And the man saw the Lord
Who sat lazily behind the table,
Gazing strait at him.
He sat down opposite of the Lord
Who wore a smile on his face.
Servants brought out food
And the Lord gestured for him to eat.
They sat in silence as they ate.
He had to admit though;
The food was exquisite
In its own primitive way.
The Lord stood up suddenly
And motioned for him to follow.
He led the Diplomat to a large window
That overlooked the gardens.
The man of the Earth gazed out the window.
Not noticing the Lord
Who stood behind
Waiting patiently.
He felt a pair of hands
Suddenly wrap themselves around his neck.
A hot breath coming from behind.
"You think me a fool."
The man paused.
Unable to breathe.
"You think I'm primitive
Compared to your foolish King."
The man paused
Feeling the pressure of the hands
Cutting off air.
Unable to protect himself.
The venomous voice hissed into his ear.
"Your King is nothing but a fool.
A lazy, pathetic fool who knows nothing."
The Lord pressed his hands into the man's neck.
The man felt something cold and smooth
Pressing against his neck.
He gulped and asked,
"What do you want?"
The Lord smiled violently
And pressed the shaft of metal
Into the flesh of the man's neck,
Letting the warm liquid run freely.
The man pushed the Lord away
And turned to face his attacker
Who held a crown dripping with blood.
The man's face paled.
The Lord licked the bloodied crown
As he eyed the shaking man
Who touched the cut upon his neck
While he stared at the Lord in horror.
"You fear me."
The Lord said.
"I can see it on your face."
The Lord walked closer to the Diplomat.
"If you can,
Go home and tell your King
That I am far more powerful,
And that he should fear me."
The Lord led the man to the window
For one last look.
Or, so he thought.
For he couldn't foresee what would happen.
The Lord grabbed him by the neck
And tossed him out the window as he laughed.
The Fire Lord looked down as the man fell
With a wicked grin upon his face
The Diplomat fell from the window
Accompanied with bloodied shards of glass.
He landed with a sickening thud
Never to wake again.