A/N: Written for the 100 prompts challenge on the Poetry Craze Forum, prompt #079 – create.
Mewtwo's First Path
It was a path he had to walk alone
but that…was an echo of darkness
and death within his heart
So he searched for a companion,
a person to fulfil his wish for a family
and friends, and then he gathered the materials
From their very essence, he took the blueprint
that gave them life and re-enacted it
and he was no longer alone
But his foolish pride for better and that other's
belief for his own kind –
the kind born, naturally, not created –
almost tore that all apart
But then that child:
human, nothing special,
but with tears in his eyes and strength
in his heart
Stood between them and simply cried,
cried that they were no different after all:
no less real, no less powerful
and most importantly…no less alone
But while he heard the words
and grasped them with both paws,
he could not accept them
so completely…
And thus, some years passed
beneath that veil
before he could truly accept
he was never alone.