The World That Never Was

by musicbendr

A poem based on what would've happened had Sora lost to Xemnas on the skyscraper in the World That Never Was... sort of. Rated T because it's kind of dark, but probably could be K .

A/N: Based on what would've happened in the World That Never Was if Sora had failed... or something along those lines.

Ten thousand shadows descend upon a world that never was

A lost cry from heaven. swallowed in the blackness of dying doves

The only one left standing, I am lost in the noises, the fading buzz

Of bodies and minds much stronger, being lifted into the glow above

I plant my worn shoes on the quiet pavement, refusing to budge

I will be remembered in this world that never was

Somewhere above me, I watch a spool of ribbon drip from the cold

I catch it barely on the tips of my fingers, not letting the ground touch the roll

Swirling colors of sheen and shine reach down to dredge up my last bits of soul

So I must keep moving; lace up my shoes, it's time to rock 'n' roll

The buildings crash, the cars fly as the waves agonizingly eat me whole

And the night stretches into forever as I follow it on this memorial stroll

Around a wandering corner, a doomed band embarks upon a fallen noble crusade

It quickly flips to fruitless as even the solemn notes of the trumpet begin to fade

I can no longer find the rhythms and the feelings in the sheets that they once played

The darkened city streets surrender no melodies in the left-over haze

Straggling behind is the jumble of nothingness that breaks my ears in a cascade

Sounds flits and escapes the darkness here and I know I just witnessed the final serenade

The ribbon twirls, shimmering, behind me as I flee this dying land in a rush

Very few buildings block my way, and most of those have turned to dust

Desperate for an answer, I swerve to the doors with an inhuman thrust

I fall and slip and trip over stairs, but I have to keep going; there's no time to blush

A vortex sneaks over my shoulder and I can feel the weight begging to pull me up

But I will not let it take me in the moment of a world's suicidal hush

The steadily darkening stairs solely stand between me and my demise

Up and up and up I go, the top of the building my final passage to the skies

For I have no intentions of donning a mask and adopting a guise

I think I'd rather live my life, die my death with my freedom as my prize

The roof ends far too soon, and with luck the pool is deep from the tears I cried

My flight falls short, my night leads on, and my last thoughts are not of the wise

I lay in the center of town square, my back on the silent stone

Pretty colored ribbons twine through my fingers and slip into a deep unknown

Words and hope and cold whisperings of the lies of home

Are the rattling chains of traveling ghosts suffocated by eternal moans

And just as my final breaths are devoured by the shadows' flickering tone

I see myself watching me die, alone