Remember that time,
When life was bright?
When everyone smiled,
Before they all turned white?
Remember your sister,
Before she went cold?
Before her sickly body,
Grew that white mould?
She used to smile,
Her hand in yours,
With you by her side,
She could forget her white sores.
So just imagine her smile,
Not her white carcass,
Not her burning flesh,
Nor the blinding darkness.
I know you can't forget,
When your heart had cracked,
When your life just shattered,
With your sanity attacked.
You watched the flames flicker,
The light reflecting off your eyes,
And all you could hear,
Were your own delusional cries.
You sat there alone,
In the cold dead silence,
Everything was gone,
Even life itself seemed timeless.
And as your life slipped through your fingers,
Shaken screams filled the air,
A bone-chilling cry,
Filled with impenetrable despair,
Blood covered the ground,
Lifeless children surround you,
Your family and friends,
Lay dead around you.
Your mother and father,
Their white bodies shot,
Lay twisted and mangled,
Just waiting to rot.
'There is no despair in this world,'
The nun had said,
Before her white skin,
Contrasted with red.
'A merciful hand,
Will always reach out,'
But after what happened,
You were consumed with doubt.
You fell to your knees,
And pretended to be dead,
You were piled atop bodies,
All contaminated with lead.
Then you breathed in the night air,
But you stopped in a flash,
You had inhaled the dust of the fire,
Your sisters burnt ash.
And if that weren't enough,
Piled atop your head,
Was your father, your teacher,
He was cold. They were dead.
And you felt something warm,
Against your shaken, frozen body,
Something that trickled and dripped,
You were broken and now bloody.
Your mind was cracked,
And your poor, young soul,
Which had shattered and withered,
Is now morbid and cold.
All you could think of,
Were the days you had left,
Where you would destroy all that you could,
You were an omnicidal mess.
You were an empty shell,
A nihilistic ghost,
A cold forgotten soul,
Just a shadow for most.
But then, an unexpected hand,
Reached out to your hatred-filled soul,
He forced you to live,
It was possible, you were told.
Although he forced back memories,
And made your young heart weep,
He held the care and loving you missed,
Taking you in from this world so bleak.
As a D you were destined,
To challenge the gods,
But for another reason he fought,
Against all the odds.
He didn't care about that anymore,
He just wanted to help you,
To give you the kindness you deserved,
And new hope to turn to.
He knew what it was like,
To be alone and afraid,
To feel no control,
Over the overhead blade.
It was not fair,
To be condemned to death,
To only be awaiting,
That one last breath.
And all the while,
Never letting go,
Of the pain and the loss,
That no one should know.
He felt nothing but sympathy,
For someone so young,
To say 'I'm already going to die,'
Is the one thing that stung.
You'd known nothing but pain,
In your so very short life,
His own wound was nothing,
To your terrible strife.
He wouldn't give up,
There had to be someone nearby,
That would reach out a hand,
And respond to your cry.
Yet, you had already found,
That merciful one,
He was hope itself,
It was Corazon.
Finally there was an opportunity,
He jumped at the chance,
The ope-ope no mi was yours,
He would do nothing but advance.
And for the very first time,
Since that one cold day,
You had let yourself smile,
And your hard exterior astray.
He would face the World Government,
The navy and his brother,
If he could just heal your dying body,
He would fight any other.
But after his antics,
And his hilarious, silent boast,
He lay by your side,
Shoving the fruit down your throat.
Finally the goal had been accomplished,
The deed had been done,
The fruit was now yours,
Your team had won.
But in return,
That beautiful man,
Had been shot and wounded.
Yet he still had a plan.
For, instead of running away,
And spending your lives together,
He planned to die for you,
For blood red was his feather.
And if it could get any worse,
Corazon was discovered,
He was beaten and broken,
The secret uncovered.
But still, he smiled,
Because just in case,
In his death, he wanted you to remember,
His smiling face.
Then he tricked you,
He said he wouldn't be killed,
But he didn't mind,
His main goal was fulfilled.
He placed you in a chest,
Hidden away from view,
And before he left, he said the precious words,
'I love you.'
Then you heard the shots,
The ones that proclaimed his death,
And as you were carried away,
He held onto his dying breath.
Why did he have to die,
Instead of me?
You thought as you screamed,
Your silent pleas.
Then the sound screen was shattered,
As he left you alone,
You promised to live for him,
To throw that man off his throne.
And you cried and cried,
Just like you did that day,
As if all of those tears,
Would wash your pain away.
For once again,
All hope was gone,
It had left you,
Along with Corazon.
But you didn't need hope anymore,
You had nothing more to lose,
You were no longer a ticking bomb,
With a short, burning fuse.
Still, you had to push on,
To take care of his gift,
For he gave you your whole life,
You couldn't let it go adrift.
Because if he were still there,
He'd put a hand to your back,
He'd push you forward,
And shove you back on track.
And look at you now,
You've come out from those dark days,
Yet, still you hold that sadness,
In your solid still gaze.
Do you still see your sister,
In the corner of your eye?
Standing there smiling,
Still waiting for a goodbye.
Do you still see Corazon,
Doing all he can to make you smile?
Silent explosions and gunshots,
Funny faces all the while?
Do you remember his face?
Do you remember it smiling?
Big, radiant, bold,
Golden and shining.
Do imagine what life could have been,
If there was no white poison?
Hundreds of people,
All happy and noisome.
Your family around you,
With your sister by your side,
Telling her about the festival,
Knowing this time you hadn't lied.
And maybe that one man,
Would still be alive,
Defying his brother's plans,
Without your need to survive.
And the medical students,
Saving lives at will,
But abandoning another city,
Growing cold, white and still.
The memories are still painful,
Knowing all that you've lost,
And that burning bright shade,
That covers the skin like frost.
But look at you now,
And all that you treasure,
Know that now you have the skill,
To save those lives at your leisure.
That despair that you felt,
When the world went grey,
You saw in the eyes,
Of Luffy that day.
When he had lost his brother,
And his will to live,
You saved him,
Just like Cora-san did.
You couldn't bare to see,
That hopelessness again,
So you gave him a chance,
To break away from the pain.
And just like Luffy,
You're certainly not alone,
You have another family,
And you have a new home.
Now, look upon,
Your shoulders, chest and back,
At that one, blood red symbol,
Finely etched in black.
The tattoos of the lost,
The organs you steal,
Your devil fruit's shape,
And that name that he wields.
Despite that weight on your shoulders,
For all the things you admired,
Let a smile tug at your lips,
It's all he really desired.
Trust me, I was killing myself writing that. I must admit, I don't feel like this was one of my greater works. It's been slowly developing over the traumatic weeks that we've been experiencing Laws tragic past. I have no idea why I continued, but I did. You're welcome. I suppose I just enjoy inflicting pain upon you all.
What about a happier poem next time, hey? Corazon is next in line I think (not like thats going to be much happier).
Please review! I'd love to hear your thoughts~
