Disclaimer: For this particular work, I almost don't need one. Even so, I do not own Tails, and, if I actually did, I would have seen to it that the details of this poem had never happened to him.
Well, It's been a while since I posted anything on here, so I decided to fix that with this, my meager attempt at poetry. And, though I'm nobody's poet, I thought it wasn't half bad. (Wait, that's straight from a song isn't it? Oh, yeah! "If you like Pina-Colada's..." XD) Anyway, this is a special poem that technically Tails wrote himself and I'm posting here for you all to see. It seems that life before he met Sonic was more unkind to the poor fox than many might have expected. It's so short, anyone who reads this is encouraged to take the time to really enjoy it or review, or flame but I already know that I'm a terrible poet anyways. So, enjoy!
The Hike
Peace…
Stillness.
The world lays silent…
Trees glisten and sheen unmoving…
A palace of ice.
Carpet of white…
The snow, a cold wet blanket…
Undisturbed.
Footsteps.
A noise shatters tranquility…
A creature, foreign to the woods…
Foreign to all.
Bare feet trample the unmarred carpet…
Nature's beauty lost to careless paws…
My own.
Cold.
Barren trees offer no comfort…
Frozen winds bite through mangled fur…
A shiver.
Nature's coat inadequate…
Twin tails wrap around for warmth…
The culprits.
Rejection.
A creature with no peers…
Unwelcome to his own…
A monster.
Tears freeze and fall like ice…
Reviled even to himself…
Alone.
Distraction.
A root not level with the ground…
Unsuspecting foot approaches…
The fall.
Unkempt fur embraces snow…
Dampness chills the rising form…
Resuming.
Wandering.
Forest devoid of all life…
Barren woods unchanged with distance…
Lost.
Aimless feet, carried onward…
Hunger the drive, unsatisfied…
Starving.
Youth.
Endless forest ever daunting…
Figure dwarfed by a year old sapling…
A cub.
Deformity sealing his fate…
A disgrace on his bearers…
An orphan.
Illness.
Raspy breath pollutes the air…
Tortured throat has no voice…
A cough.
Burning forehead wasted heat…
Unfed stomach churns with bile…
A sneeze.
Stumble.
Root not present, young legs falter…
Fox succumbs to gravity's will…
Tired.
Lying on snowy bed, will fades…
Sleepy eyes close at last…
Oblivion…
Peace.
-Miles Prower