Disclaimer: References to character names, galaxies, and weaponry borrowed from the Ratchet & Clank game(s) are copyright of Insomniac Games; they are not my original ideas. No copyright infringement intended.
Author's Note: This first poem, written like a narrative, with the storyteller unknown, is set during the time of Ratchet & Clank: Going Commando. The featured characters' names are never mentioned but implied through description. The topic and theme will slowly fall into place, hopefully, but then again I am not too knowledgeable when it comes to writing any kind of poem; and writing one that is not exactly original, about my own experiences, I've already lost some drama and emotion in the work. If not, then please do review and tell me what you thought you felt about the subject matter. As always, reviews and constructive criticism are always appreciated. Enjoy!
ATTRACTION
DRAWN FROM A DEEP WELL
Written
by Black Rosettes
Attraction
drawn from a deep well unseen, suffocated
Emotion
and the feeling of emptiness too;
For
making their acquaintance led from
A
barrel of a weapon fixed on each other.
One
had traveled so far to
Unmask
this insignificant other,
But
their chance played off, danced together
And
it all seemed to be in vain
Until
the experiment was lost.
Into
the loyal gloved hands of the masculine
Figure,
to whom a job seemed fulfilled,
But
there wasn't any reason to further compete
With
this male stranger, who then escaped Siberius
Empty-handed,
having not forsaken revenge
Vowed
to reunite with him soon and again--
Alas,
the lombax had won this battle,
Just
as the stranger promised to make his revenge
He
came in close, demanded what's his,
The
hero dismissed the thief's need and turned away
Then
heard a quick swish welcome the air--
Oh!
What is this?
The
culprit became a fair maiden...
Cloaked
and hidden always before,
Now
outraged; belittled and betrayed
By
her clumsy fall threatened again
With
the same heat and brawn,
Standing
so tall and omnious.
Their
fates then became
One
of the same; to make amends
And
let bygones be bygones,
And
combine talents to prevent
A
fetal mistake; together, joined arms and
Crept
in under the main man's hand,
Discovering
a way to dethrone
The
pretentious chairman,
The
herald of imminent danger.
When
enemies turned friends a new problem
Began,
to infringe after the formerly
Masked
damsel was seized, and then a
New
calling bedeviled the hero's ears...
His
heart leapt from his chest and
Risked
it all to reach Snivelak
To
face something more than
Bad
thugs; his thoughts were alive
And
the welcoming sight of her removed his fears.
The
hero changed, became better
And
redefined--to save,
To
fight, and carve away
Into
his impregnable heart
As
new sensations swept just as the wind,
Was
it simply because of her...
A
living, breathing, beauteous woman,
Grasping
a conscience that is his?
In
both hearts the anticipation surely grew.