Heeyyooo! Second try at fanfiction, and my first Ib fanfic. A bit Mary-centric, and covers her backstory.
I dunno if this is poetry, but I was trying my best at free-verse, and this is what happened.
So enjoy!
Little Girl, Little Girl
Little girl, little girl, why are you crying?
I'm crying because I'm alone, alone, alone
Little girl, little girl, why are you alone?
Because no one would play with me, with me, poor little me
Little girl in green, would you like some company?
Thank you sir, I wouldn't mind if you do
Kind sir, why are your hands so dirty, full of paint and pigments?
Oh dear me, seems like I haven't cleaned up yet!
Sir, you haven't answered my question. Are you a painter of some sort?
Why, yes, yes I am, and I'm quite famous, in fact
Why, that's wonderful, very wonderful indeed!
You're welcome, my dear child; you flatter an old man's heart
You know, young one, I might make a portrait of you
I have painted many a subject, but I haven't done justice yet to a child's pretty face
Oh thank you, kind sir! Thank you very much!
I am very honored to be your next subject, Mr...
Weiss Guertena, my fair child
And I'm Mary, Just… Mary
This is one of the two theories that came into my head regarding Mary and Guertena's relationship. So here, they are strangers who met somewhere, it's up to your imagination where. Mary is all alone because nobody would play with her, so Guertena stayed with her. They talked for a bit, and he decided to use Mary as a subject for one of his portraits, and she agrees. And the next is history.
If I have the time, I will make my second theory, which is that Mary and Guertena are father and daughter. Maybe next week, since I have final exams this week. Just wrote this in between my break ;)
So do you like it, or not? Rate and review pls!
And am I the only one who has trouble w/ putting spacing in the Document Manager?
~xXLadyoftheNightXx