Another, Allen's POV I guess, angsty poem. About the color white this time.
Once again, I do not own -Man. Enjoy!
White,
The color of God, the color of Holy, the color of light-
The color of Innocence.
The color of the cold duvet that covered the tombs that day,
The color of his hair after Mana was once again gone.
For Allen, white wasn't necessarily good nor bad,
But it reminded him of all that was cursed,
All that cursed him.
[The origin of all his pain, perhaps]
It reminded him of winter,
So hated when you live on the streets,
So hated for little Allen.
It was everything Mana had secretly passed on to him.
Really, it just had to snow that day,
His hair just had to turn pure white.
The original form of Innocence just had to be pure white.
(How ironic)
[Innocence- the true source of all his pain, of all his despair, maybe]
The color white used to be loved.
Now it was loathed- because God wasabsent in the graveyard.
And God was no more after that white night near the freshly-installed tomb and freshly-spread blood.
God was not for the small boy.
God never was for the cursed exorcist.
(And it did not stop there)
The Fallens had to be white,
The new Crown Clown had to be white,
And the Arc had to be white.
Everything cursed just had to be pure white.
[As if the Gods were playing with them- with him]
(Like pieces of chess)
Then, if everything white was cursed,
And everything black was bad...
Whish side was the good one ?
SOOOO HOW WAS IT? I know, I got some inspiration tonight. Please please PLEASE REVIEW! Thanks again Jazz91121 for rreviewing!
PS: to understand better the black reference, you can read my angsty poem named, of course, BLACK.
