A/N: Written for the Diversity Writing Challenge, a7 - between 50-99 word poem
Since my brain always refuses to work on what it should after an exam…
Who's the Enemy?
Standard is not the enemy.
Who is?
An enemy – we fight –
Xyz?
Xyz is not the enemy
Though we fight,
though we splatter blood.
Bodies need blood.
Xyz is the blood.
What is Standard?
Standard is the body,
the currently empty shell.
It's not empty now.
Blood flows.
Blood we spilt
in the Xyz world.
But blood and body
are not enough:
there's also soul
and mind, Synchro
and this, the Fusion
that joins them all.
Enemies..
there are none.
All of them are just
pieces
to the goal.