A/N: Hello there, nice to see you clicked on this. Hope you read it too XP. Well anyways, this is my first posted poem and it is about Allen. The writing in italic, is the shadow (that thingy in the mirror that appears inside the ark) speaking with Allen inside his head. I rather like, but I will greatly enjoy constructive criticism from anyone to help me improve. Hope you enjoy,
Nights Embrace of a Mad Man
I walked down the crocked path.
Its broken
Feeling the wind wrap around me as is played with the single ribbon that dangled from my neck.
Pure Red
The nights embrace was like a cold corpse.
That still lives to tell
The moon blinked as a dark cloud passed.
Its dark now
I never liked the moon.
Who could?
But now I wished is back.
To shine once more
I live in a world of black and white.
I call that gray
I saw the moon once again
It was like a beacon
Seeing shadows.
Those awful things
Humming to myself like a mad man.
You are one
My ribbon fell to the ground.
Spilling Red
And it appeared as blood.
Your own
But it was not.
Silly boy
My blood is blackness.
Of course it is
My blood is hate and death.
In perfect fusion.
Am I mad?
Of course you are
Why is my world gray?
Because it is
I stretched my hands up towards the moon.
Embrace it
I felt the cool touch of the cool night.
Love it
And then I smiled.
A great smile
I like this world.
It is our own
True malice.
Here alone
All is black.
And all is white
Making Perfect Gray.
When all is right