Disclaimer: I don't own the Matrix concept or its involved characters.
Author's Note: I've been going through another funk and my muse seems to have deserted me. So, I don't know where the hell this came from. Excuse the morbid matter and bear with me - I think the angst my crush it putting me through has tainted my writing.
No Fairy Tale
I watch them together and wonder.
How long will it last?
Sure, it has all the elements of a fairy tale. To start off, there's the wise old woman...then, the daring comrades... And of course as the action draws to a close, the invincible foe overcome...the fair lady won... Hell, there's even the kiss of true love.
But, this is anything BUT a fairy tale.
This is the Real World, where fate and death make heroes. Heroes, true. But, dead ones nonetheless. And he has been marked as one from the start. He may be the One. He may be our hope. He may save us...but, he also just might die doing it.
That's how it works, you see. Call me a cynic, but I'm just being realistic. I have nothing against him - or her, for that matter. God knows, I care about both of them. But, the fact remains that sacrifices are made each day for the greater good, whether it's real or simply an illusion. It might be him...or it might be her, but eventually one of them has to go. It's inevitable.
And although it hurts me to think of it, I'm already resigned to it in a way. What worries me is that if she's the one to go, he'll lose it. That's a given. He'll become driven to destroy those we fight against to the point that he wouldn't care who'd have to pay the price. And when I think of it, I don't think Zion would care either. It's all a matter of survival of the fittest to them. Just another stepping stone to having our world back for us to rule and ruin.
You know, I wonder when I became so disillusioned. I never really noticed until now. The change was just too gradual to catch. Maybe Smith and his speech were the catalysts. Maybe he actually got through to me so that I realized how hopelessly driven our race is to destruction. Whatever it was doesn't change things though.
And now, only one thing keeps this facade of unshakeable hope from crumbling. And that is the knowledge that there are those who still believe in me and what I myself used to believe in. It was I who gave them false hope and so it must be I to finish this charade until the end. So, I smile and wish the enchanted couple a happy ever after, knowing that this is no fairy tale and there is no happy ending.
Author's Note: I've been going through another funk and my muse seems to have deserted me. So, I don't know where the hell this came from. Excuse the morbid matter and bear with me - I think the angst my crush it putting me through has tainted my writing.
No Fairy Tale
I watch them together and wonder.
How long will it last?
Sure, it has all the elements of a fairy tale. To start off, there's the wise old woman...then, the daring comrades... And of course as the action draws to a close, the invincible foe overcome...the fair lady won... Hell, there's even the kiss of true love.
But, this is anything BUT a fairy tale.
This is the Real World, where fate and death make heroes. Heroes, true. But, dead ones nonetheless. And he has been marked as one from the start. He may be the One. He may be our hope. He may save us...but, he also just might die doing it.
That's how it works, you see. Call me a cynic, but I'm just being realistic. I have nothing against him - or her, for that matter. God knows, I care about both of them. But, the fact remains that sacrifices are made each day for the greater good, whether it's real or simply an illusion. It might be him...or it might be her, but eventually one of them has to go. It's inevitable.
And although it hurts me to think of it, I'm already resigned to it in a way. What worries me is that if she's the one to go, he'll lose it. That's a given. He'll become driven to destroy those we fight against to the point that he wouldn't care who'd have to pay the price. And when I think of it, I don't think Zion would care either. It's all a matter of survival of the fittest to them. Just another stepping stone to having our world back for us to rule and ruin.
You know, I wonder when I became so disillusioned. I never really noticed until now. The change was just too gradual to catch. Maybe Smith and his speech were the catalysts. Maybe he actually got through to me so that I realized how hopelessly driven our race is to destruction. Whatever it was doesn't change things though.
And now, only one thing keeps this facade of unshakeable hope from crumbling. And that is the knowledge that there are those who still believe in me and what I myself used to believe in. It was I who gave them false hope and so it must be I to finish this charade until the end. So, I smile and wish the enchanted couple a happy ever after, knowing that this is no fairy tale and there is no happy ending.