Cronas Poem
The scent of blood fills my senses
Souls good and bad I steal
Am I evil?
Am I a saint?
No.
Of course I'm not a saint
Medusas magic controls me, though I abandoned her
My mother
A witch.
She's a snake,
I'm just a mouse that obeys her,
Otherwise she'll eat me.
Most of the time
I can't handle the things going on around me
A mess of problems surround my head.
The dry desert,
A barren beach.
The circle carved into the sand
The Haven.
I'm safe here
Nothing can hurt me,
But it's so boring.
The shadow came again,
Questions I never answer, it asks me.
The androgens form disperses
Again, I'm alone
Alone
I'm always alone.
Physically? No.
Ragnarok is always around,
All he ever does though is hurt me. I can't handle it
Coward
Weak
Pitiful
Names he call me The weapon that attacks its meister,
Ironic.
All the witches hate me
Even Free looks down on me.
I can't handle it.
Why can I never handle anything?
The demon sword I wield
Destroys lives,
No...
I destroy the lives.
The sword just kills me off slowly.
I can't handle it!