SWIRLING IN PINK

Ziggy's Corner: Okay I've putting a second poem into the site, this time a normal kind, from this little cutie's point of view.

Swirling in the air, my mind races free,

Free from conflict, hatred, shadows of my past.

Twirling like a ballerina, as I did so long ago,

As stayed in my room, practicing to father's music.

The animals sing as I dance, their heads swaying,

The ringleader claps and nods his head, to Agni giving thanks in praying.

No longer hoarded and hunted by shadows am I,

Free to swim in the aura of pink seas and oceans.

Then darkness finds me again, the air turns red with death,

The animals, my friends howl in sorrow and rage,

As perfection glares down from me below, justifying

Justifying her hate, her ambition.

Caught in a net, the pinks swirls leave, dark and red follow me again,

Caught in chains, I forward my destiny, frowning, no music no laughter.

With friends I go, but as a captive, my heart is bound to her darkness.

I pray for her release, for the freedom of the air yet again.

Then it happens, the final battle, swords clinking.

Perfection meets her brother in arms, at the walled city.

Words, words are said, actions are done that can never be undone.

Azula falls, no net, no safety. Darkness takes her, but not death.

And the years pass by, one by one,

And again I fly the sky and I one.

Though I smile as I did that day, the pinks are different in every way.

Darker, harder, their tone more harsh.

Then comes blue, both clothes and eyes,

Skin as tan a the sands of a beach.

He takes me into his arms, whispering kind words.

The pinks turn brighter, my heart feels lighter.

Azula wakes, but much too late,

Her perfection can not make a slave of me anymore.

Peace has come to our land,

And peace with Sokka I go, hand in hand.

Okay I really like this one. I know it doesn't completely sound like her, but let's just say she grew up a little bit, and found out that there's more to life than pink. Say like, blue ! I hope you all like this. Read and review!