A/N: Do not fear, I have not abandoned my fanfic! It is still slowly but surely being written. This is just a little in-between, very tentative poem that came to me in the middle of a dreadfully boring Physics lesson. It's basically just Erik speaking to somebody (the Daroga? Somebody else? I don't really know...) while he is on his deathbed Kay-style. Please forgive me if bits don't make sense, the last poem I wrote was when I was eight. :D I put little dashes between the stanzas to separate them just in case...I think the problem's with my browser.
Here it is:
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Monsieur, I have lived
For how long I do not know
But my years have been greatly filled with grief
Is there truly no reprieve
For a man who must now leave
For the place where no mortal men can go?
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I was born into shame
Damned and cursèd I became
For the horror that this wicked visage holds...
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Monsieur, I have mourned
For the life I never had
Yet it pays not to dwell upon the past
Is it truly such a sin
To strive so hard for to win
A sweet future, that was thought never to last?
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What a life I've lived indeed
Preyed on beauty, full of greed
All from the horror that this wicked spirit holds...
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Monsieur, I have seen
For so long the eyes of men
That are blind to the soul but not the face
Is there truly not a chance
Of a gentler second glance
Than the scorn of the rest of one's own race?
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Now my life is at an end
But there is no known way to mend
The sheer horror that this wicked mind has held...
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Monsieur, I have lived
For how long I cannot tell
But my days are now drawing to a close
There truly is no reprieve
For a man who must now leave
For to burn in the fiery flames of hell.
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