This was a poem I originally wrote about the Holocaust for class, but thought applied well to Escaflowne. Enjoy!
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Checkered Angel
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He smiles apologetically,
Benevolence raining down at me,
Oh how he longs to be free,
Away from all this misery.
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I smile back; I understand,
I know of his gentle hand,
It will take me far from this land,
Away from sadness, dirt, and sand.
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Quietly he cloaks his smile,
Silently crying all the while,
He knows that I shall be added to the pile,
That I will flow with others for many a mile.
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I feel tears welling in my eyes,
Wiping them away, I break my ties,
I kill the part of me that shies,
Away from the thought of Heaven's skies.
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Secretly he waves goodbye,
And letting the curtain blanket the sky,
He smothers out his quavering sigh,
From his fate, he knows, he cannot shy.
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I feel us move; I know not where,
I feel his eyes from beneath his hair,
Soon I shall fly everywhere,
My wings with others I shall share.
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He straps me in,
He knows his sin,
Maybe someday he will win,
He can save his child's kin.
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I see him pull the damning switch,
The door moves without a hitch,
He smiles sadly and slips to the ditch,
The air is dyed as black as pitch.
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But from all within me I can see,
That beyond the trappings of society,
One black, one white, two wings has he,
The checkered angel that longs to be free.
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