I cannot claim to have created the work from which this draws inspiration. In this case I merely am trying to look inside the heads of some absolutely fascinating characters.
Five drabbles as I try to get back in the groove.
Heero
My life has been lived in service
Given to the people who deserve so much more
An atonement for the crimes of my youth
A youth long past, though some would call me a child still
And others would say, that I have never been a child
I feel that I have always been alone
A child who kills, a youth with ancient eyes
A faceless assassin, hidden among the crowds
I will never love, for I do not deserve such comfort
And I will never cry, for my tears were spent long ago
Remember me princess
I may not be your knight, but I have killed for the peace you so desire