(Well, I started writing this for a story and decided I liked it on its own. It began as being about Raven/Mantra(my character)but ended up metamorphosing to a Terra poem. Coming from a Terra hater that is really surprising. And yes, I know how Terra died, so no reviews correcting that, please. Symbolism is the key, okay?!)

The Only Way

A bird in a cage

That will never be freed

For there's only him, my jailer

There's no me.

I'm a mere extension of him

Never show anger, never show pain

Never cry bitter tears or chase the wind on a whim

Never feel again.

Love is far beyond my clasp

I've been hurt too many times; writhed in pain in his grasp

I am dead inside

I was never alive

I never got a chance to fight or defy

I could never fly.

I want to be free

To roam the wild fen

Use my own eyes to see

The beauty of a forest glen

A trickling brook,

A forest glade

No such beauty resides in the life he has made

For me.

They say that life

Is perfect symmetry

Black and white

That's a lie

Life isn't night or day, dark or light

Life is black

For me.

Am I alone?

The only one under his control?

He has turned my life black

Blackened my heart

Now I hate others for having what I lack

So I kill and fight

In the dead of night

But when the blood drips from my hands I finally cry

He has deceived my eye, bled my heart dry

But there's one way left

One way to fly.

To throw away this life of ruin, bereft

Of emotion, of love, I can't defy

So I put the blade to my heart

He held me as his and his alone

'Til death did us part

And now I have been slain

By my own blade

But weep no tears for me

For the dead feel no pain.

(Well, I'm posting a few practice poems, I most certainly WILL have stories soon. Of the dark, horrific, demonic sort, naturally. Until then,

TheDarkAzar.)