This is a poem I came up with during the middle of my month-long Chrona high. By Chrona, I mean Krona or Crona or Kurona or however the heck you want to spell it.

Just to let you know, I am a supporter of the "Chrona's A Guy!" theory. Send me a message, "Chrona's A Chick!" supporters, if you want to debate~. So this was not intended to have yuri influences.

Also, I am an avid 'member' of the "I HATE MEDUSA'S FUCKING GUTS" club that doesn't exactly exist.

So. Yeah. I had just found out about Chrona's **SPOILER** almost-death. After nearly crying and visiting Mr. Corner, I took Maka's advice: "When I'm feeling sad or worried, I write a poem~." And here it is. Warning, parts of it are pretty stupid or weird, but I hope you'll like it anyway. Oh yeah. It's in Chrona's POV.

I DON'T OWN ANYTHING.

"Lady Medusa, Mother."

A pawn in play

Used by the master.

Disposed, thrown away,

At the will of the master.

When fears cloud the sky;

When betrayal's in the air;

When my mother can't be trusted;

When it is proved life's not fair.

I don't know how to deal with it.

How do I do what's expected?

How can I?

This choice should not be mine to make.

You tell me you care,

You feed me lie after lie.

I am merely a pawn in play

Used by my master.

Lady Medusa, Mother:

How can I not do what you say?

But my life has changed.

I have friends that care.

You use me, you lie,

This choice is not fair!

Lady Medusa, Mother,

You feed my weakness with your lies.

You make me betray that precious other.

Now what do I look like in her eyes?

A traitor, a turncoat,

That must be what she sees.

But I am surprised,

When all she cares about is me.

I am your pawn,

Lady Medusa, Mother.

I can't let this go on,

I have to make it stop,

For now, all too clear I see

My fate as your tool.

To be disposed, cease to be,

When I am of no more use.

My life was saved,

By my precious other.

She stood, weapon raised,

Between me and you, Mother.

Lady Medusa, Mother,

Why must you destroy my happiness?

I saw it, going towards her,

The arrow of your attack.

What else could I have done?

I jumped in the way.

I hate you, hate what you've done,

Lady Medusa, Mother.

Still, I hate to know you're dead and gone,

For you will always be

Lady Medusa – my Mother.

"I'm d-d-done… How is it?" (Quoted from Chrona, only with less stammering.)

… You aren't sorry you were born, are you? – Innocent blink – Gomennasai, I could resist all of these allusions. n.n'' I know I'm stupid.