N/A: Hi guys! This is a crossover (The Walking Dead/Boondock Saints) fic written as a poem. It is based (sort of) on the series of stories written by Susan (Sunnseanic Arts). She writes wonderful "Walking Saints" stories (you should go and check them out!) I introduced a new character and changed little things. Hope you like it!
Ps: I speak spanish, so, if there's something bad written, I'm really sorry. I'm still studying english so...
I'll upload the spanish version soon
xx
Cool
It was a shitty life
Her mother left very early, she went very far
Her father not that much
In a bar, drinking probably.
But she was cool.
In the middle of the woods, with her bow
the only thing she needs
she loves
The quiet, the lonelyness.
A friend showed up
Not exactly friendly
The hunter, as she used to call him
They hunt together, they share their misery together in silence.
Just enjoying each other's company.
She likes him,
He likes her,
but he won't say or do anything
She knows that, she can't make a move.
They are just friends.
They are cool.
In the middle of a cold night,
When the alcohol starts making his father's head spin again
Her calm was gone.
Screams, noises, broken glasses and blood.
She barely can breath, she barely can walk
But she breaths, and she runs.
And the dark took her in.
That happened a long time ago
The lonelyness, the quiet.
Here in Boston things are different
One night, in a bar
She recalls her friend's face
Wondering what happened to him
Until his ghost appeared.
At least it seems like.
There he was
A beer in one hand
His friends all around
His brother to his left
And a big smile upon his face
The brightest one she has to say.
It wasn't a ghost, it was just a boy
Days gone by
They see each other everyday
They have become friends
Who would have guessed.
His brother is a good friend too.
Brother and brother are inseparable
they are fraternal twins
But clearly the blonde is the older one.
They don't look alike, not outside
Not inside.
She likes that, she loves the black haired.
A little boy who lives in the body of a grown man
Days gone by, they are lovers
Not in public, they rather the tranquility
They keep it in secret
Shh, it's a secret!
It was cool
But her calm was gone once again.
For a reason
Brother and brother decided to play God.
It is dangerous, and there is too much blood.
It keeps going
And going
Until they are caught.
Lovers are separated.
They promise to stay together no matter what
No bars, no distance can break their bond.
It was a long time ago.
Now the dead are walking on earth
She lost her friends, she lost her lover.
In the middle of nowhere
She's found, alone and desperate.
The hunter showed up
Surprise all over their faces.
Like nothing has changed, here they are in the woods
Hunting food, hunting dead.
And then God spoke.
The blonde one,
Alone and broken
Tears all over his face.
It was just him
No twin, no brother.
Her guardian angel was gone
She can't deal with it
Brother and hunter are fighting
The first one confuse him with his twin
The second one only see madness.
Lover and Hunter are really look alike
She doesn't think like that.
Same angels with different wings
She used to call them like that
When she recalled them
A long time ago.
Days gone by
Hunter and brother are friends now.
She tries to smile, but nothing happen
She misses her lover
She needs her lover
But she has to move on
They had to move on,
Let the lover go.
And so they did… didn't they?
But out of nowhere
he showed up again.
Dead and alive
Was his body, not his heart or mind, at least not at first
It was the lover.
It hurted her, more than thinking about him dead.
Cause there he was, standing in front of her.
The only man she really loved.
But he didn't recall it.
Every kiss
Every touch
Every secret
All of it, from his mind, was gone.
It was hard, more than she ever expected.
I lost him, once again she thought
And then,
Like going back in time
He did his thing again
He got close, he wanted to know this girl.
He didn't recall her
But maybe It was like his brother.
He didn't recall him but he know it was him.
So, what was she? His friend? His lover?
Lover?
Maybe he was wrong
So what? He likes her,
He does like her.
He wants her.
They introduced themself
Again.
Start all over never felt so good
It was cool
Time goes by,
The heat of the day
The cold of the night
And then, finally, his smile appeared again on his face.
As hers as well
It was the apocalypse
It didn't matter
She had her guadian angel back again
Lover and lover are reunited once again
No bars, no distance.
Not even death can break them apart
They were cool
