Disclaimer: Mike and Bryan own the characters. The fans own the 'ship. And I own the words.
Zuko
What mortal anguish fells the trees?
Or sweeps from earth to blacken fire?
What pain can last the span of seas?
Or claw into the mist and mire?
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Whose face is that which cries a spring,
Of clear regrets and sorrowed song?
From where the darkest angels wing,
And mete out grace for all those wronged,
- . -
No place, no place for those - the damned,
Who wander, banished, through the lands,
The youth so broken, child of man,
With naught but fire in his hands,
And on his face, the marker stands,
Which scars him like a coloured band,
And makes flesh of a Lord's demand,
To stand alone in sunlight