Disclaimer: I own nothing except the idea I came up with, and the poem. Not the concept of the poem, or the character of the poem, but the essence of the poem is all mine
A.N.- this is what I believe Natarle felt. The final bit is jsut before, and as she dies
Enjoy.
They called her cold hearted.
They called her unfeeling.
They call her cruel.
They called her many things, when they thought she couldn't hear them.
But she could hear.
She heard every cold whisper,
Every unkind word
Told in an icy tone.
She heard them,
Day and night,
Hour after hour,
The cruel words echoing her ears
The harsh tones cutting her flesh
Like the bitter blade of a knife.
Under the watchful eye,
Of the silver moon
And silent stars,
The words played over in her mind
Caught in the never ending loop,
Destine to play on forever
Under the watchful eye,
Of the silver moon
And the silent stars,
The tears the harsh words invoked
Slipped through her barrier
And tainted her stony face
Under the watchful eye,
Of the silver moon,
And the silent stars,
The cries of anguish,
Those icy tones created
Climbed over her walls,
And sullied her sharp tongue.
Under the watchful eye,
Of the silver moon
And silent stars,
She whispered her secret sorrows,
And begged forgiveness
Under the watchful eye,
Of the silver moon
And silent stars,
She bared her tattered soul,
And empty heart,
For all the world to see
Only when no one would see
Save for the silver moon
And silent stars
By the light of the fiery sun,
Her face was stony
And her tongue sharp
She earned their harsh words
In icy tones
She played deaf to their cruel whispers
And punished when she could not
She held her pained feelings in
Watching in silent envy
As her superior acted upon hers
With no remorse
Or regret
She watched in silent amazement
As her superior
Was given kind words in a gentle tone
By the light of fiery sun
Her stony face
And sharp tongue
Fought against
The rash
Loving
Presence
Her superior seemed to have.
Her superior who earned
Kind words
In a gentle tone
By the light of the fiery sun
She was lost
Confused
Bewildered
She, she who did what was right
Who followed every rule
Who stayed by what she had learned
Received only their harsh words
And icy tones
When the one who went against what she was taught
Disregarded all the rules,
Did exactly as she pleased,
Received their kind words
And gentle tones.
Why was doing what she was taught to do
Always the thing that made her hated?
It made no sense
It had no logic
And so she held her stony face
And sharp tongue
Even under the watchful eye
Of the silver moon
And silent stars
Lest they betray her as well
It wasn't until the end,
That she understood
Understood why
The kind words
And gentle tones
Were given to her superior
It wasn't until the end
That she learned what it felt like
To simply follow your heart
Her lifeblood floated before her
Unhindered by the gravity not to be found in space
A monster was standing before her
Yelling and screaming
Like the madman he was
But it didn't matter
Nothing mattered
Not the pain in her stomach and arm
Not the tightness of hurt in her chest
For the monster had killed her friend
Not even the uncanny knowledge in the back of her mind,
Knowledge that she was about to die
She had gone against the rules
She had let go of what she had been taught
She had followed her feelings,
Without the watchful eye
Of the silver moon
And the silent stars
Away from the light
Of the fiery sun
Into a place where shadow met light
Where love met hate
Where wring met right
And everything ceased to exist
The monster's grip tightened
But she took no heed
She could feel
In the recess of her mind
Her superior's pain
Her wish for vengeance
Very soon now,
It would all be over
The monster let go
And turned to face
The beam of light that cut across a war torn space
To destroy them
The monster screamed
His fear and pain evident
But she smiled
Softly
Sweetly
As she turned to kiss the lethal beam
And taste the coming death
Light poured around her
Object torn to nothing
All around her
And she felt
Sweet oblivion over take her
And in her dying mind
Their voices echoing
Whispering to her
Kind words
In gentle tones
Okay, I was felling really poetic, and decided to write this. Please, let me know what you think of it. If you want me to do more poetry, I was thinking of doing the final moments for everyone who died in Gundam Seed. Let me know if you think it's a good idea
Luv lots,
Maiden of Sin