Longing
A poem by Majin Magus
Sister, dear sister
How I long to be with you.
Every day in this hellhole,
I think of you.
Every second
I'm training with these weaklings,
It's your image that gives me strength.
As I am now not a child
The longing for you
Grows everyday.
Flea is no longer a challenge
But I am no good with a sword.
I must be the very best,
So that I may see you again one day.
Now I am fully grown,
A master in all the arts.
All the beings
In this era could not defeat me.
I have become a monster, though.
Killing and defiling with my mighty scythe.
Would you still love me?
Oh, the picture has become so clear.
Your every feature, every strand of hair
I can see as if you were right there in front of me.
Through the moonlight
I imagine you beside me
And all as it was.
Zeal, beautiful Zeal,
I can see you shimmering in the sky.
The waterfalls tumbling
Eternally below.
I long for my family,
I long for my home.
But I not a bit of these emotions I show
When on the battlefield alone.
Though I may never return,
I may never see you again,
Schala, I promise, I vow
That one day, for this Lavos will be dead!