Broken Hallelujah
OMG! This is the first fanfic I have deemed good enough to post. The others can just… rot in the dark until I decide to fix them… yeah…
So…
Disclaimer: I don't own Saint Seiya. Or Broken Hallelujah. I really wish I did, though… since they're both awesome. Except there are a lot of songs that I like better. But I'll stop ranting now…
There is no such thing as being favored by the gods. No one, not even the ones who served under them would be exempt from this truth. For their goddess, the Saints would leave footprints of blood and tread the path to hell, and still walk forward with high heads.
I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played
And it pleased the Lord,
But you don't really care for music,
Do you?
And yet, there were times when even they felt that the world was coming to an end. And so, in their desperation, they prayed.
It goes like this –
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall,
The major lift
The baffled king composing
Hallelujah.
They prayed for their goddess.
Hallelujah,
They prayed for the lives they had taken.
Hallelujah,
They prayed for their comrades.
Hallelujah,
And most of all, they prayed for their tainted souls.
Hallelujah.
Souls that had been tainted since the day they had sworn allegiance to their goddess. Since the day that they had sacrificed the most important thing – love.
Your faith was strong,
But you needed proof.
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty in the moonlight
Overthrew you.
Their love had been reserved for their goddess and the whole of mankind. There was no time for their own lives to be considered, only for others'. And although their inner selves cried – cried for mercy and the light, it was to be forever denied. Denied to those who were dirty with the blood of the innocent.
She tied you to a kitchen chair,
She broke your throne,
She cut your hair,
And from your lips
She drew the
Hallelujah.
And though they knew that following their goddess would kill them, kill them as they fought for her – they felt her tears on their skin, tears cried for them, and they had hope.
Hallelujah,
Hope that soothed their battered hearts.
Hallelujah,
Hope that their pleas would someday be answered.
Hallelujah,
Pleas for peace and pleas for the love that could not be.
Hallelujah.
Their goddess had drawn them together; she had wiped away their differences and loneliness. And in return, they allowed her to use them in war. After all, one can win against countless enemies, but one cannot win against loneliness.
Maybe I have been here before,
I know this room,
I've walked this floor.
I used to live alone
Before I knew you.
But as they fought on endlessly, they were finally struck with reality. There was no escape. They had followed this path countless times through the ages – every life, every cycle, they had fought for Athena. And love, the denied treasure, could never be won from any number of battles.
I've seen your flag on the marble arch,
Love is not a victory march.
It's a cold and it's a broken
Hallelujah.
The women hid their emotions behind their masks and inhuman strength.
Hallelujah,
The men hid behind the killing duties forced upon them.
Hallelujah,
And Athena herself hid behind the savior she was supposed to be.
Hallelujah,
They all hid from each other and thus shielded their hearts from the forbidden.
Hallelujah.
When every war first began, the warriors and leader started innocent – still exposing their feelings to friends and naïvely thinking that happiness would come after victory.
There was a time
You let me know
What's real and going on below,
But now you never show it to me,
Do you?
There was laughter and joy. Now all that remained was emptiness and death. With wistful eyes, some remembered and wept alone in the darkness.
And remember when I moved in you?
The holy dark was moving too,
And every breath we drew was
Hallelujah.
Smiles.
Hallelujah,
Emotions.
Hallelujah,
And lives.
Hallelujah,
Real, honest lives. Not the lies that they were living now. If it really could be called living.
Hallelujah.
Once upon a time, they had loved. A tale almost forgotten. Now, all they could do was avenge fallen companions. There were no more complex ways to show love. Only killing. As a Saint, love only led to death.
Maybe there's a God above,
And all I ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone
Who outdrew you.
Love was searched for, clawed at with desperate hands, so much that all that remained was a sad, small bit that could only sustain few.
It's not a cry you can hear at night.
It's not somebody who's seen the light.
It's a cold and it's a broken
Hallelujah.
But it would be enough.
Hallelujah,
Enough for the battle-worn and weary.
Hallelujah,
Enough for their true souls – souls of lost children.
Hallelujah,
Enough, even, for the goddess who, in essence, was still just a girl whose innocence had been shattered prematurely by the burden placed on her shoulders.
Hallelujah,
And so, it was this that fed the still flaming spark of determination in every Saint's eyes.
Hallelujah,
It was this unspoken wish that pushed them onward and it was this that stopped them from falling into the regrets of the past.
Hallelujah,
A secret hope, a prayer.
Hallelujah,
A prayer that reached to the heavens with begging hands.
Hallelujah,
A prayer that someday, they too would be able to feel the warmth of another's love.
Gasp! I finished! So… PLZ REVIEW!!! If I get a flame, I'll use it to set fire to my LTI. I HATE MY LTI!!!!! I'm so going to fail it… Ow… my wrist hurts from typing…