Normally I wouldn't write this sort of thing, but there are so many Noah Allen stories out there I couldn't help myself. Besides, it's fun seeing your favorite character turned evil… I don't know I'm just weird that way. Wow, I wrote three poems tonight; two D.Gray-Man, one original, and all depressing. Strange because I'm not depressed at all, maybe this is how I stop myself from becoming depressed. Well, I did just read an awesome D.Gray-Man poem by Sephant. I should just enjoy my poetic hype while I can before it goes away. This poem should be read after book 6, preferable book 7. Also incase you can't tell this is Allen's point of view.
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As I looked down at my blood stained hands, my own blood coming from the crosses on my forehead, I could only stare in wonder.
Not shock, not horror, wonder. If I were myself I would be terrified out of my wits. But since I wasn't, I just sat in a daze.
I felt a presence behind me and I turned around to face a man. Not just any man, the man that had pierced my heart with his Tease.
My near death killer, dressed in a stunning top hat and a spotless tailed coat. He looked the perfect gentleman as he knelled down to my level.
He extended his hand to me saying, "Come with me, little Noah." I looked at the hand that had fazed through my chest and griped my heart.
I then looked down at my left hand. My red, cursed hand; my Innocence; the very thing that had saved me from this man.
I looked back up at his kindly smile, then at his hand and took it. He helped me to my feet and leading as we walked to my new family.
As we walked I could hear my soon to be forgotten friends screaming in my head not to go and a pain in my left hand, but both soon faded away.