Happy extremely late birthday, Remi! I remember you telling me that Shark was your favorite to write about, so I thought I'll give you him.
Battles were fought
By two sides.
Neither good,
Or so the watcher thought.
Cruel these battles were.
Ruthless and gory,
Sacrificial too.
Numbers and cards
Spears and shields.
These were used
To bring the despair.
Also a death,
A sacrificial to be precise.
To purify the Deity,
While blackening a heart.
Revenge burned,
Hatred swallowed,
Regret blinded.
They led to war.
A dark game broke,
A game in which lives,
Were put on the line.
Each card held a person's spirit,
And each spirit depended on their master.
This wasn't a time for foolishness.
Yet hatred blinded,
Revenge controlled,
Regret never showed.
They were ruthless people,
Allowing their people to suffer,
All for a game.
Which neither won.
He collapsed,
In his 'present' state.
This was his fate,
The cruel one life gave.
He couldn't duel with his friends,
Or pretend they were dumb -
When he really envied that quality -
Just for the sake of it
No, it was gone.
The fun ended.
No more was allotted.
For even if he chose obliviousness,
It'll still stay,
Deep in his heart.
One couldn't defeat what they once were.
He'd simply be no better
Than that heart-breaker.
He could only forget,
And wish for the same.
He was no longer one of them,
And they were no longer either.