Thus Taunts the Fairy King

Little bird, why do you sing?

Your song belies your broken wings.

A prideful face; an ardent song

with futile hope your prince will come.

Little bird, why do you pace?

This cage's size will never change.

Undaunted face in pensive thought;

do your thoughts go where you cannot?

Little bird, why do you fight?

Why should you care who sets alight

your precious face in carnal bliss?

'tis only pleasure; why resist?

Little bird, your cute charade;

impassioned glares in lone crusade

will soon be surely laid to rest;

Let's hear you sing with stolen breath.


Author's Note [SPOILERS FOR THE END OF FAIRY DANCE]:

Let's be clear. I hate Sugou Nobuyuki with a goddamn passion. This work should be viewed as a window into his deluded mind; he truly does not understand just how deeply Asuna's love and hope run, and exactly how resolute that makes her. This poem is not me supporting Sugou's assertion that he can break Asuna; it is me setting Sugou up for the extreme embarrassment he suffers in the end of Fairy Dance even though he thought he was so untouchable.

As always, review if you liked it, flame if it offended your sensibilities, or hell, review if you question my interpretation.