Hum... Let's see. I was watching my dvds of Vision of Escaflowne in English, shame on me, and they were all talking about the Mystic Valley and Atlantis and all that cool junk that I forgot many a years ago... So I ended up putting together some poem. Personally, I found the destruction of Atlantis rather fun to watch though I wished twas more... Well, bloody and goreful. Ahem. We can all safely say I'm on crack... or sugar, I heard that's cheaper on the market and more accessible...
Disclaimer: Vision of Escaflowne is copyright to their proper creators and I own nothing of it. Though my mind is mine.
Warning: Crack poetry ahead, slight cursing because I was abusing the same word and... anything else possibly thought of in the next few moments.
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From The Backs of Angels
The gentle winds softly
carrying away
Feathers of the angels,
lead astray
Carrying the thoughts that
turn into dreams
The quilt of Reality,
ripping at the seams
Thoughts; Those damnable
thoughts
Craving the forsaken, the
forbidden, for naught
Pure snow angelic wings,
power to uphold
Damned to the apocalypse
and nay, they were not told
Each wish granted is one
feather shed
Each one crying out about
the unsuspecting dread
Changing of their world,
their looks and their lives
Nothing but darkness as
Fate takes the dive
Ripped from the bones and
flesh
Hell arises from the
depths
Ripped apart, the angel's
wings
Never this day, shall they
sing?
But yes, they do sing in
desperation and pain
The agony of burning,
bleeding, dying; the same
The fury of their wishes
lashes whippings on their backs
All the things taken
granted takes one section from the track
Atlantis, be damned, for
your people are naive
Burn into the ashes from
which they were conceived
Atlantis, be merciful, for
they are not wise
They flee into the skies
to save their pitiful lives
Glowing ashes, fiery
rivers and collapsed sacred ground
Not one is left in pain or
blood, to utter a single sound
Ripped from the backs of
angels, those who wished to fly
Bloodstained wings as the
eternal time continues passing by
Damn those wishes that
brought upon their cursed fate
Damn those who wished and
put their existence at stake
Damn the theory of wishing
stars, wells of magic and endless hope
Damn those who abused them
and drowned in their own bloody moat
Damn you, Atlantis, your
mystery attracts all
Damn your power that
brings those it calls
Oh yet again, you are
damned for your existence so forsaken
Foolish beings who sought
you out, their lives swiftly taken