Author's Notes: I edited it some from the original version, most edits are near the VERY end though. I like this ending much better. I'm mean to Ienzo, I can't help it. D8
If anyone wants me to do more stories/poems based on the Story of Evil series, let me know.
There was upon a time in another place
A beautiful kingdom which no person dared to face
Dwelled inside was a boy so young
Apprentice with blank eyes and a silver tounge
Taken in by the ruler of the land
Corruption was just at hand
A man stood as his one savior
Protecting a soul of misbehavior
Darkness already dwelled in his soul
It threatened to swallow him whole
But he had his friends that were his light
That was the one thing would keep away the night
'This is a failure'
Evil flower daintily blooms
With an array of colorful doom
Some called him a weed, even a stray
Those people will soon die away
The boy held a love for a man
With orange eyes from another land
But instead he chose another one
A boy with eyes that darkened the sun
The boy knew this and was filled with rage
He looked at the creatures locked in their cage
And said in a soft voice as he unlocked the door
'Take his heart first, then you can have more'
Soon the creatures destoryed the entire city
The little boy no longer took any pity
As they soon devoured their fill
The creatures then went after better kill
'What have I done?'
Evil flower daintly blooms
With an array of funnest doom
Too late did the boy see his mistake
Inside his heart he felt a powerful ache
The creatures soon filled the halls
Listening to the sounds of frightned calls
Three apprentices saw their doom at hand
And prepared to make their final stand
Their hearts were consumed with hate
And by now it was all too late
They saw now that they were a pawn
And by morning, all of them were gone.
One by one, he watched them fall
He stood there, a lifeless little doll
The little boy's vision soon went black
The creatures made a final attack
'I'm sorry, I really am'
Evil flower, no longer blooms
With an array of bloodied doom
He had done this all to himself
Put this broken doll back on the wooden shelf
In another time, at another place
An evil kingdom which one boy dared to face
Dwelled the boy, hiding in the dark
His eyes no longer held a spark
Alone he was shrouded in his sin
As he was reminded of the hell within
Just like before when he fell
He lost everything in this life as well
Soon he heard soft whispers in the room
He realized then it was time for his doom
Without looking to the figures behind him
He said as his lips pulled into a grin
'You're still nothing but a shadow!'
Evil flower, daintly blooms
With an array of funnest doom
Now his soul is lost in the abyss
Nothing proves that he exists''
Zexion hummed softly, eyes closed. His entire body was in pain, but at the same time he felt detached from that pain. Was he finally going to die? A forced chuckled passed over his lips, it was about time that he actually died. He had been given too many chances already.
He slowly opened his eyes, seeing nothing but darkness. Then a blinding light flashed all around him. It hurt so much! He had to close his eyes again.
A slow rythmic beating started up from somewhere, he could not clearly identified the source. It slowly got louder and louder, picking up speed. The faster the beating went, the more his body hurt.
Soon the beating slowed down to a tolerable pace and Zexion forced himself to open his eyes again.
He came face to face with the most beautiful orange eyes in existance.
"Ienzo, stop day dreaming! We have work to finish."