AN: Aaaaand we're back! Hey guys, just wanted to upload a little thing I did for the 9th Dannyversary! It's the first one I've been in the phandom for, so I just really wanted to do something for it. This has been sitting in my flash drive since last semester, because I got stuck on Vlad, but Elisabeth Hill got me motivated to finish it! Go shower her amazing writing with reviews and love, she deserves it!
Order goes: Jazz, Tucker, Sam, Vlad, Dani, Danny
Hope you enjoy!~
Edit: Sorry, had to reupload, ff's being a butt.
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She sees a gentle soul and a kind heart.
The desire to do good for others, present since birth.
She feels pride, she feels terror.
The bloodied bandages thrown to the floor in the dead of night.
The never ending danger he throws himself into headfirst.
All she can do is wait, and pray.
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He sees the brother in spirit, the other half.
The childhood friend, forever loyal.
He feels joy, he feels envy.
The fantastic world beyond his reach, hovering so close.
The horror of losing himself to a monster.
All he can do is support, and guard.
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She sees the hero, the guiding light to the world.
The boy who has blossomed from his cocoon of self-doubt.
She feels adoration, she feels foreboding.
The sick horror caused by countless battle scars.
The trepidation of an unknown future in a hate-filled world.
All she can do is love, and hope.
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He sees the mold, waiting to be cast.
The child so like himself, so full of potential.
He feels desire, he feels unease.
The ever dwindling chance to salvage a broken relationship.
The guilt of allowing his selfishness to poison his actions towards the one who would be his son.
All he can do is watch, and scheme.
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She sees the kindred spirit, the one who came before.
The boy who saw a girl, not a clone.
She feels camaraderie, she feels insecurity.
The pedestal, so very high, higher than she can hope to reach.
The unanswered longing for a home, for a true family, for a safe haven with people she loves.
All she can do is run, and dream.
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He sees the friends and family, the ones he holds dear.
The reason he picks himself back up after every fall, wakes up every day to begin the battle anew.
He feels happiness, he feels despair.
The constant pressure of the burden he carries, living his life as a wall between them and his foes.
The paralyzing fear that, in the end, it will all be for naught, and he will fail.
All he can do is stand, and fight.
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I don't even know if that really classifies as poetry... oh well. Please review!~