Hell-O. Its me. xO Wh00t. Any way. First little spiel thing for my new poem fic. Since I can't write normal fanfiction. Kinda dark. Sorry. Please be nice. This poem is called King to the Street, Ruler of the Dark. Its from Sasukes point of view. they must be about...17 now. Hehe.
Go ahead and review. Be nice!!!
'Hark the herald angels sing'
Angels hair.
'Glory to the new born king'
He was the
king,
born into beggars clothing,
eyes brightest blue
I wish
I could tell him so.
But walls devide us.
His face is
slightly muddy
from years of alley running.
He works where ever
he must.
I sit in my home
I am boss
I get what I want.
He
gets what he can.
And now before
these tall
emaculate homes he sings
an angel in beggar
cloth,
singing of a new born king.
I glance upon
him
behind an icy barrier
protecting me from
this angel in
disguise.
'Flithy
beast'
growls my ice queen,
the mother.
A monster in my
dreams.
'Let him
freeze'
taunts my father.
All in my head.
I am alone in
this house
but still I hear
their voices.
Even after they
are dead.
They keep me
here.
In my ice lair.
Protecting me from
this kingly begger.
He stands before
my house.
This daunting,
haunting,
nightmarish home.
And
he sings.
Lighting corners
of this home
I have never seen.
Pushing away the shadows
of
my dead family.
Calling me out.
And I call him
in.
Wary is the angel boy.
I smile,
he shivers and enters.
'I am king of
this nightmarish place'
I tell him.
He laughs.
'I am a boy on
a street. The world is my home'
he replies.
I smile,
or
try.
I offer him food and he eats.
And I
speak.
Just a little, a nervous banter.
He listens and offers
his own
idle chatter.
I listen
and
the shadows of my parents
dissapear.
'Will you stay tonight?'
'Sure.'
And he starts to sing.
'Hark the herald angel sings.'