Ciao, my dear man in green
Don't flee just yet
I realize my appearance must be obscene,
but I don't want you to forget:
You can take a mask off a man,
but what will that do?
Silly plumber, there is no such span
between him and you!
Are you lost yet? Let me explain:
he is you and you are him
Hold your tongue and presumptions—abstain,
I'm here not on a frivolous whim
I realize you are in slumber, yet
If you resist, this will persist and steal more night
Please cooperate, my impatient pet,
for it seems that like the dullest shadow, you are bright
Cut me some slack, for I fear
it's been so long since I've spoken...
Never mind it, L my dear—
or shall I say Luigi? The difference is token.
I, Dimentio, am here to—
The lights flicked on with an audible click
to reveal a slouched Luigi at his desk—not in bed.
His hair used the pooling sweat to stick
to his wan temples and forehead
"Bro, what's wrong?" Mario asked in concern.
Luigi's eyes snapped open blue,
but soon became silver and stern
"It's nothing that should bother you!"
"What's-a that?" He pointed to the paper and pen,
for Luigi had written Dimentio's discourse,
a secret between the two men
and his twin had no right to take it by force!
"It's-a mine, leave-a me alone, please."
"I'm-a worried about-a you...are you sick?"
Brows furrowed, he gave his brother's shoulder a squeeze.
Luigi presented Mario's knee with a swift kick.
"I'm-a fine." Sir Jumpsalot didn't seem too bright.
Mario rubbed his own knee with a sigh,
disappointment clouded rage, "If you're-a sure you're alright…"
With that, he left without a goodbye.
Luigi collapsed to sleep once more
Prepared to face his greatest fear
But not before shutting and locking the door
He closed his eyes, each suppressing a tear.
Ah ha ha, so you're back I see…
I seem to have lost my place
Please, find it in your troubled heart to forgive me—
oh, there's no need for that tragic face!
There are things you must want to know
I'll tell you if you will hear
Think of me as your ally, your dear friend—not your foe
Let me make your situation clear:
You're not quite one person, you're but three.
Well, I suppose two of them are truly you…
We're Luigi, Mr. L, and me!
All in your mind having a sort of rendezvous.
Now, stay with me, here's the elusive part
Mr. L and Luigi are one, fighting.
As you know, Dearest Nassy gave you a little zap...that was the start
to your chance to be a friend of the lightning.
What? Did you not call yourself The Green Thunder?
Pay attention! All was good and well.
It didn't take much to make such a sunder
bringing timid Luigi out of his shell
But what? That wasn't you?
I can sense your disbelief.
Oh your skin has taken a pale hue,
you're shaking like a rowdy autumn leaf!
For far too long Luigi hid Mr. L away
In favor of living in fear of the dark
But with a little zap, Mr. L came to play;
he was always there—he just needed a spark!
So now "he" and "you" struggle for control
Embrace Mr. L. The fight is futile like…
A brawl between a rugged stallion and a foal.
He will give the final strike.
We are here until your final breath
And even then, perhaps we won't part
even after death,
for I tell you, this is merely the start!
Luigi awoke once more,
tears streaming down his cheeks.
Trembling from his very core,
he wiped his sadness' streaks.
The voice returned, stronger this time
he supposed it hadn't ceased
It romanticized hatred and crime
And then it seemed Mr. L was released!
Dimentio chucked with glee
And bestowed power upon Luigi's hands:
Hit Mario with it, you'll see
With the Chaos Heart we'll rule all the lands
Finally you'll be free…
free from your own chains…
And finally, once again, one from three,
we'll release all of our pains!
Luigi, or Mr. L, so it would seem,
raised his arms to Grambi's sky,
and released the power with his eye's glassy gleam
for it would be he who would die
Mario rushed in, door broken, to find
His brother slouched forwards once more
with a hole in his mind,
so Mario fell to the floor
His brother seemed to look back with baby-blue eyes
With no sign of fear or regret
At bringing his own demise
He didn't know he resisted Dimentio's abet...
And that was the end of the man in green
The coward, the theif, and the traitor too
It was the last they were seen
As far as Queen Jaydes knew