Fallen Angel,
Broken Knight,
Unraveled Heart.
By: Emalicia Sey
You did not ask
to shoulder this burden; the pain.
You did not ask
to be a pawn in this
eternal game of chess.
You did not ask
to have your wings broken;
to have been forced into
ill-fitting armour,
to have been mounted on
a horse with a soul purer
than yours; you did not ask
to have sworn to protect
a false Queen.
Your soulless eyes,
the depths of your pain;
Your inner sufferings
of being torn from your haven,
are not able to fully
express such turmoil.
Silent tears roll down your pale cheeks,
tears that no one but
you and the night sky are witness to.
Yet you suffer to protect that false Queen,
she who helped you to believe that you
would be alright here on the ground;
the same Queen that crushed the feelings
of hope, of any chance of happiness, with
a single drop of blood.
A game of cat and mouse;
a brutal, sick game with sacrificial pawns.
The players the same as always;
the Queen, her King, the bishops, rooks and pawns,
but lastly the single knight, broken and forgotten
like a child's toy.
Always when needed for the beginning of another suicidal game,
haphazardly sewn together;
stitches and seams at lose ends,
shards of the former soul sticking out,
but most important of all is his heart
that has been broken so many times
that no amount of glue, sewing, or nurturing
could make it whole and pure again.
Tattooed and marked are what mar
your neck and smile.
Hair dirtied by the impurities of mortals
and immortals.
Wings broken, plucked
of their once pure innocence.
You are a broken doll,
Beautiful and life-like,
Yet just a puppet to the Royals.
Crying and fighting are not permitted,
are not tolerated, so you pull
the bits and pieces of your shattered self together;
for what good is a fallen angel
turned broken knight if he can not endure
round after torturous round of this game of cat and mouse,
this Almighty game of chess, for his false Queen.
You ready yourself for the next round,
wondering all the while if your prayers will be answered;
maybe this round will be the last,
maybe you will come out the winner:
The false Knight.
A/N- So I just got the idea from watching AMV's on YouTube. Yea I am still in the process of writing chapter 2 on The Jog. So to keep you guys from killing me for having to make you wait so long I decided to post one of my 'put a goth poet to shame' poems, as quoted by Onee-chan, Burnadette. My poems are not that depressing or goth for that matter, they are simply emotionally challenged. -pouts but goes off to find Burnadette- Well this also gives you a hint on who or about what I will be writing my next fic. And yes this poem is about a certain silverette, who goes by the name Zero. Yes the Zero Kiriyu (or however you spell his last name), but I was told by Onee-chan that it reminded her of Kuroshitsuji, but no matter, interpret the poem however you wish. Well that is all for now, Ja Ne~
Oh also I deeply apologize for Burnadette making you guys loose The Game.