Star of Fire
An Avatar the Last Airbender poem
By
EvilFuzzy9
As I grow old, I sit and ponder,
The meaning of that light up yonder.
I sit, and think, and sip my tea,
And consider what it means to me.
I gaze up to see a burning sky,
My shoulders stooped, my breath a sigh.
.
I remember now, I remember well:
I remember the day the heavens fell.
The sky was red, to my young eyes,
On that hateful day I now despise.
Century Comet - the Star of Fire -
Such a sight, in youth, I did desire.
I studied charts and mapped the stars
From Betelgeuse to rust-red Mars.
The days ticked by, as I sat in wait,
Never aware of Sozin's hate.
.
For in the Nation where Fire ruled,
The buried corse of Roku cooled.
The Avatar was dead, they say,
No longer there to Sozin sway,
And ambition, suddenly unchained -
A heart which peace and love disdained,
Black as pitch, that pulsed with greed -
Awaited the day the sky would bleed
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At length, at length, it fin'lly came,
The awaited day of evil fame.
At the ready sat I with chart and scope,
Heart filled and brimming with childish hope.
The sky turned red and orange and gold,
In the distance a streak I did behold.
Like fire, it was, a celestial arrow,
Shot from a mighty spirits bow
That flew so slow - and yet so swift -
Across the sky, like a star adrift.
As I watched, I knew no crime,
Caught up in sights pure and sublime.
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But in the world's high corners four,
Where the Nomads dwelt, came Fire of War.
The attack was launched, and all four prongs
Of consuming flame like a Wrath of Songs,
Were poised and loosed in deadly dance,
A gambit planned in years' advance.
North and South and East and West,
Four temples burned at our Lord's behest.
In one day's time, it was carried out,
A horrible, brutal, savage rout
Of the peaceful monks and nuns and young
Whose sacred songs go now unsung.
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The Rape of the Four Temples tall
Marked the start of this Nation's fall.
War was waged for a hundred years,
Uncaring of unnumbered tears.
Lands were burned and seas were boiled,
And all the while my conscience roiled,
For while never did I myself partake
In filling this burning, hellish lake,
Also never spoke I in conscious protest
Against our wicked-minded blood-fest.
For that alone, I fear I'll burn:
My inaction did, for myself, Hell earn.
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Now, as I grow old, I sit and ponder,
The meaning of that light up yonder.
I sit, and think, and sip my tea,
And consider what it means to me.
I gaze up to see a burning sky,
My shoulders stooped, my breath a sigh.
A hundred years have come and gone.
I am sorry, Aang - Sincerely, Kuzon
A/N: Uwaaah, while messing around with working on a next chapter Unexpected Consequences I kinda got the inspiration to write a poem and... Well, you can see the result. Of note: after coming up with that final line, I seriously considered changing this poem's name to Sincerely, Kuzon.
Also, I really wish this site had a better way to format poems! :argh: