A/N: Written for The-DA-Ranger-Group's writing contest; poetry category.
I like calm.
I feel calm all the time.
I don't like anger.
But sometimes I feel angry.
Calm is soft and quiet.
Anger is hard and loud.
Calm is restful.
Anger keeps me up all night.
I like things better when they're quiet.
Like when I'm alone.
I don't like when things are loud.
Like when I'm fighting.
It's difficult.
Because I love to fight.
I hate the anger.
I love the action.
Here I go.
Off to another fight.
It's so loud.
It's not calm.
I don't like it.
I do like it.
They keep coming.
When will they learn?
They're destroying the quiet.
The calm.
I hate it.
It makes me so, so angry.
There is screaming.
There is ripping.
There is tearing.
There is blood everywhere.
It's quiet again.
I'm calm again.
Surrounded by their bodies.
Covered in their blood.
Oops.
I must've gotten angry again.
A/N: I didn't actually think I'd be able to get this one out. Go figure.
So I wanted to do a lesser known Vic character, and I really love Claymore, so I went with Rigardo! Alright, love for the unloved! WHOO!
Hope you like it!