based off of the raven, by edgar allen poe

this is... pretty bad. but i'm half asleep. and not a poet. about jason, and asexuality

676 words, by google docs


Once upon a midnight wander, while he walked to over yonder

And the moonlight made him ponder, ponder of the night before.

And though he liked to feel secure, he knew he had to be mature

For the truth was he felt unsure, unsure since before the war

There was the big lie he told—the big "I love you", he once swore

This he'll know forevermore

Ah, distinctly he remembers, even through all Decembers

And the Argo II, all its members, it's the pair that they adore

Even though he wished to end it, he couldn't bear to bend it

There was no way to amend it, amend the love he had before

For the radiant maiden whom he once was lucky to score

Named here Piper, nothing more

And the love was lost so slowly, for what he thought was holy

Came to be not, wholly, and it nearly made him sore

And when he tried to say it, days he spent going to pray it

And when he tried to lay it deeply on her bedroom floor

She wouldn't wouldn't see, for she would soar,

Soar here forevermore

Time again he wished to end it, time again he wished to bend it,

Yet time again he wished to amend it, but he knew it was no more

And the time he spent uncertain, wishing he could know for certain

Before the final closing curtain, this is what he knew for sure:

That he just did not love her, he just could not anymore

And that it was, forevermore

But the truth is, he felt conflicted, and so deeply the pain inflicted

Left its mark, he was convicted, convicted now forevermore

And the time she used to laugh, and the times he touched her calf

And the time seemed cut in half, like and eight went down to four

Yet, he hoped, a shred inside, his soul he could still pour

To the maiden, forevermore

And the truth is he no longer felt it, and the truth is nobody smelt it

But the truth is, he tried to melt it, melt it to be gone once more

And the truth is he doesn't know, and the truth is it's not for show

But the truth is, she can glow, but his feelings he can't ignore

For he feels none, at least to her, nothing there, nevermore

Nothing there, forevermore

He never knew how to deal, for he didn't know what to feel

And he didn't know if it would heal, heal his wounds forevermore

And he hoped they could remain, yet his hopes were all in vain

And he had to break the chain; it wouldn't hold anymore

For the love he had was gone, gone, gone, gone—no more

That it is, nothing more

And he once read a book, because he thought to take a look

And what he read it had him shook, had him shook to the core

He knew what he felt was good, he knew that he would stay, he would

For the way he knew he should stay like this forevermore

For the time he found out himself, marked right here, he needed more

He knew he needed to reach the shore

He felt relief, to be happy again, to not be under so much strain

To no longer feel the pain, no more pain forever more

And he told of asexuality, and that it was no fatality

And it was just a mentality, a mentality that he bore

Which wasn't so bad, like he had always thought before

Nothing bad, nothing more

And the maiden, once crushed from that, could give him a pat

And they had a nice long chat to find out what was in store

And the pair, friends again, and he was no longer in pain

All the bad feelings, down the drain, nothing mentioned anymore

For it was not so bad, not so bad to be friends once more

Just friends, is all—nothing more