Morning is come Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing

A/N: A Trieze poem. My muses seem to only appear to be strange. Anyways I hope you enjoy it. E-mail me at neekabe@canoemail.com and let me know what you think.


Morning is come

The villain never wins....
I am forever doomed to apparent failure.
I cannot win
I can only endure.

I am the one they hate,
The thing upon which they can direct
That intense, unrelenting hatred of theirs.
That rises from the darkest parts of a human's heart
It defies life
And beauty
And everything I have come to love
About the people that exist here
In this cold, lush, heavenly, hell.
People need something to hate....
Something they can blame
Something that can be destroyed
And I must be the one to
Fill that void then…
So be it.
I can accept that no one will care,
No one will remember
Because none should ever realize
How much they need me.
I can accept this
Because I know that what I'm doing is right
And is necessary
And will bring peace...

I am the evil.
I am the cause of all their wrongs.
Therefore when I die,
Everything will be improved
I will take their hate with me
Away from this world.
Then…
People will laugh again
Wars will be over...

I just hope this is true.
I can win
I win through failure
I have shown them
What it is they should hate…
And what it is to hate
And how I must die
Because as much as people need an enemy
They need their heroes
Those who vanquish the darkness
And bring back the light.

I am a loser,
And morning has come.




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