A/N: Hi guys! This is my first fic, and it happens to be a poem! It takes place DURING X-3, so if you haven't seen it yet, don't read this. (I wrote the poem just after watching X-3) I added a little intro, because I thought the poem just couldn't stand on its own. Each verse in the poem was written by a different person, thus the key I added below. Just look back at it if you get confused. Please R&R. I would love compliments, and constructive critisism is helpful. If you want to flame... well, you can flame if you want. I'll just be happy you read my poem!

Logan
Bobby
Kitty
Ororo
Rogue

Ode to Charles Xavier

Many of the students were seated outside for the ceremony. They all wore black. Others watched from the school windows, or farther up on the grounds. One such person, wearing the usual torn jeans, was Logan. He watched from a distance as Ororo, in her black dress, stepped up to speak. He watched, but like so many in the audience, the words did not sink in. It was just impossible to believe. No one wanted to hear the news. No one wanted to believe it possible. But it was possible. It had happened. And no matter what anyone wanted, it could not be changed. Charles Xavier, founder and Professor of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, was dead.

Seated in the front row, Bobby gripped Rogue's gloved hand. Though she sat straight in her chair, and did not sob, Bobby could see the tears flowing down her cheeks. Holding his own tears of grief inside, he wished desperately that he could wipe hers away.

Sitting next to this pair were Kitty and Colossus. Colossus blinked furiously, while Kitty allowed the tears to flow freely. For everyone, it was the same. They were all crying. They showed it in different ways, but they all cried.

"In conclusion," Ororo stated, "I would like to present a small poem, entitled Ode to Charles Xavier, put together by a few students, and a fellow teacher and I. I invite them to come up here, to read the verse that they contributed."

Logan walked forward to join Ororo. Slowly, Kitty, Bobby, and Rogue stood and joined the teachers. Ororo handed a piece of paper to Logan, who began to read. The paper passed from hand to hand as each person read their verse.

You were always there for us,though we didn't always see.
You always knew what was best for us
and despite our every plea,
continued to do what you knew was right,
when faced with anything.

You found us all,
when no one else could.
And you helped us learn
to do what we should,
to control our powers,
and use them for good.

You are a sign of hope for us,
our teacher and our friend.
You never once had doubted us,
unto the very end.
And although you're gone, I know,
we must begin again.

The school will be continued,
that I guarantee.
I know that's the final wish
you would have made to me.
And I truly hope that from above,
you can look down and see.

So in remembrance to a friend,
and a blessed savior,
I write this last ode to you:
Beloved Professor Xavier.