On the far-off planet of Keron
Lived a brave soldier whose job was to invade
Another planet, Pekopon
But soon the odds were weighed.

Upon entering the planet
He beamed with fighting spirit
By the strategic way he'd planned it
He'd make it quick for his such merit.

But his plan took a left turn when
A girl came to his life
Punched him from a window, then
It was love at first sight.

Those feelings soon grew stronger
The truth he had to face:
Turning back was no longer
An option in his case.

Finally, he accepted it
The red frog was now trapped
But did his love have any wit
For her to love him back?

So one day he decided
To, somehow, confess
Then asked her, "Do you love me yet?"
She grinned, and she said, "Yes!"

And one day he got on one knee
Took out a ring, and said,
"Natsumi, love, please marry me.
Run away and let's be wed."

Natsumi was happily dismayed
She smiled and she blushed.
"Yes, of course!" The vow was made.
"Giroro, we must!"

The happy ending was on vow
His face flushed with relief
Everything was perfect now
At least, to their belief….

Later they held the wedding
It was the perfect scene
Their faces were still reddening
As the priest took to his speech.

Giroro's answer to the question:
"…till death do you part?"
Was, "No. We won't part even then.
We're two bodies, one heart."

Despite the stakes, Giroro hid
His secret Keronian position
Turned human and gave her kids,
But got caught up in battle missions.

"Please don't go!" Natsumi begged.
With sad and downcast eyes,
"It is my job," Giroro said.
If only he'd been more wise.

One day their was a land dispute
It grew to war instead
Some new place used as tribute
America wanted Japan's head.

Giroro the, strong soldier,
He swore, "I'll take them down."
The promise almost wounded her
Lest he not come back around.

Though a high one in his military,
The states went nuclear.
Bombs turned the world into someplace scary,
A tragic planet to fear.

Natsumi at home, she cried and cried
Wishing all the evil away
Wishing for no one to die
Wishing for her husband to be okay.

Dreadfully, the war wore on
Children screamed, fires blazed
Wailing people wished upon
The stars of whom were crazed.

A figure in the wretched storm
Staggered home without letter.
Giroro had managed to endure;
It soon would all be better.

The door creaked slowly open wide
Suspicious sirens wailed.
Lying on the floor inside
His sleeping darling paled.

The children laid not far away
In the same tragic ending.
Giroro now lived in a
World hopeless of amending.

And then he realized it, just then
Giroro was too late.
There would be no hesitation
To doth await his fate.

Slowly his eyes widened
He screamed it wasn't real
The tears that made his throat tighten
Rained and brought him to a kneel.

He took a weapon in his hands,
The last gun he would fire.
Trembling in an insane trance
He pulled the switch to stand no higher.

Their life should have had a perfect cease
It should have been quite divine
However, in the end, at least,
With his beloved he was lying.

The world, freed of its selfishness
Failed to see its faults
That night it seemed the moon was less
Bright as it stopped its last silent waltz.


Yeah... this is what war does: tears apart GiroNatsu. Make pasta, not war! as Italy would say.

UPDATE: Wow, just... what? Is anyone else getting a "The Room" vibe from this? I'm really feeling that Giroro was being deliberately made to look stoic and handsome while Natsumi just kind of nodded her head and did whatever in the background...

I really hope that I don't write like that anymore... I don't, do I?

(Wow. You could tell that I was thirteen when I wrote this.)