Disclaimer : I do not own Shaman King or any of its characters.
(A/N) This poem is about Ren – if he was a girl. Some parts of the poem could also be applied to if "Wren" was male though. Some parts follow the story line, others do not. Some parts are meant to rhyme, others are not – anything that looks odd or sounds odd is meant to – or so I claim…lol.
"Wren"
The family "Chosen One".
Me.
Never free, indoors,
Day,
Night,
Seeing ghosts, haunting me,
Only three.
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Older, unhappy,
You name it,
I'd done it
(Or rather, had done to me.)
Whipped, smacked,
Starved, beaten,
Tortured – unloved.
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Saved. Moved away.
Loved at last,
By my older sibling,
Cutting me free,
My ghost with me,
Able to see,
What is in front of me.
I am a Shaman.
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Day one,
I met Yoh,
Hated him from head to toe.
Orders were orders,
I fought him.
Then and there,
I slashed his face,
I cut his hair.
But then he was saved,
By a man on a bike.
Free – like me – or not.
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Day two,
Followed him.
Tired, exhilarated,
Excited, wanting more.
He met me,
Fought again,
I saw his ghost,
Diffident,
Dishonoured,
Defeated,
Disheartened,
Deflated.
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Gym.
Did sit ups,
Push ups, pull ups,
The works.
Biceps, Triceps,
Everything.
Until my stomach hurt,
My arms seared,
My legs ached,
Not enough.
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One last chance,
To defeat Yoh.
I knew I had to,
I knew I must,
I knew I would,
Oversoul or spirit control.
My power great.
My heart strong.
But weakening with every second.
Oversoul fading,
Disappearing,
Gone.
As was Yoh's.
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Went back to his,
Met his friends.
Manta, Ryu,
Horo Horo, Anna.
Some I liked more.
Some I liked less.
But Yoh was different.
I saw him – with Anna.
My heart bled.
Not sure why.
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Heart pounding,
Each time I saw him.
Unclear – what is it?
Swallowing my pride,
(Not easily done,)
Went to see him,
Just to talk.
Seconds, minutes, hours.
He left –
With my head now straight.
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Yoh – you're my best friend.