I don't own Monster Rancher.
Just another short little poem; this one's about Tiger of the Wind himself. I tried to capture what I imagine that he's thinking when he howls at night. Tell me whether or not you think that I got it.
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I raise my head
And howl with the wind.
The wind is my only confidant.
It understands me.
Only the wind can help me deal with this pain that burns deep inside of me.
You would never understand it.
You, with eyes so clear and bright,
Your eyes have not witnessed a fraction of what mine have.
I have seen
My pack, my family, my friends
Torn apart by Moo's warriors.
I have seen
My brother clutched in massive gauntlets as black as midnight
As he was carried away from my protection forever.
And now I must see
My brother, no longer my brother, but my enemy
I must see my own claws tear into his silver fur,
Must feel the sticky warmth of his blood in my mouth.
How can you possibly understand any of this?
Your unclouded eyes still shimmer with foolish hope,
With the worthless belief that everything can be mended
Simply by finding a hidden disc.
But tell me, kid,
Even if we do find where the Phoenix is hidden
Will it be able to make these memories all go away?
Can even it change what I have done?
Can it cleanse the blood of innocent lives from my fur?
Can it lock away the pain and suffering that I keep hidden from you?
Even if my brother returns from death,
Will it be able to close the gap between us?
The wind howls around my body,
Sweeping the tears from my eyes
And bearing them up toward sparkling stars,
Stars that continue to shine like the eternal hope in your eyes.
So I throw back my head,
And I howl with the wind.