Hey there! Hope you enjoy this little poem of mine. (:
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Dislcaimer: I do not own one piece
Nakama
A straw hat rustles in the wind
Three swords clank side by side
The sketching of paper resounds
A hum blends in with the calm waves
The tapping of black polished shoes
Medicines grinded in stone mortar
The flipping pages of a well-read book
The light drilling of metal
Violin strings pulling a melodious tune
-~0~-
The smell of adventure awakens him
Musky scent of sake lingers
Air rich with the sweetness of tangerine
A pinch of gunpowder if you sniff closely
The overwhelming stigma of nicotine
Herbs that brings one comfort
The scent of old, papery antiques
Metal that isn't all too bad
Bones linger with the smell of familiarity
-~0~-
And there's the flash of red and yellow
Like the ever glowing sun
The cool shade of green
Always in the dark, always protecting
Burst of Orange and red
Fiery, confident and exciting
The subtle brownness
Claiming its position as permanent
Dignified yellow and black
With the grace of a gentleman
Lightness of baby pink and brown
Cute but daring, cotton candy light
And then purple and black
Speaking the wisdom it holds
A blinding colour of blue and red
Striking boldness that awes
Faded black and white
Everlasting, always there
-~0~-
I'll never let anyone die in my arms again!
Fiery cross shaped scar shown in entirety
Scars on the back are a swordsman's shame!
A scar on the chest but none at back
I'll never forgive you for what you've done!
The tattoo still stings when mentioned
There's a time where a man will not run!
Clean his body seems in the mirror it haunts
A chef's hand should never be dirtied.
With hands such great care, pure it is
But aren't I a monster?
Monster he is, with them matter not
Please, take me with you out to the sea!
Mental toll finally relieves itself
Take my dream ship, pirate king!
He's not even made out of flesh anymore
Death isn't an apology!
He's all bones but live still goes
-~0~-
I'll become the pirate king!
And his crew follows
I'll become the world greatest swordsman!
His crew supports
I'll draw and complete the world map!
Her crew lands
I'll become a brave warrior of the sea!
His crew acknowledges
I'll find all blue!
His crew understands
I'll cure every disease in the world!
His crew knows
I'll find the true history!
Her crew helps
I'll create a ship fit for the pirate king!
His crew accepts
I'll fulfil my promise!
His crew respects
-~0~-
Promises and experiences intertwined
Never can they live without each other
Supporting each other
Silent comfort and unwavering consent
These are the loyal and connected pirates
They will fight
They will protect
They're not a crew
They're a family
They are the ones that will shake the world
They are the strawhats