"We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone."
~Orson Welles
They were all watching him.
But he doesn't know that.
He'll laugh and play,
Sing and dance and frolic around
Like a little kid.
But he's not a little kid.
He's growing up.
Each year- or even month,
He'll grow an extra inch or two.
Maybe even three.
His voice was getting deeper,
There were cracks when he yells.
Some of his clothes were a bit too tight.
Even a few of his hats just didn't fit his head.
He was growing up.
And they were worried.
But he doesn't worry.
No,not at all.
He'll laugh and make jokes,
Runs and jump and go on all sorts of adventures.
He'll flash them all a smile,
A smile that silently promises,
"Don't worry; I'll be here,I'll never leave. I'll protect you.
I'll be with you forever."
But nothing lasts forever.
They're all waiting.
They're waiting for that day
When he's too tired
To go on those adventures.
When his bones refuses
To work properly.
When his skin turns
Weather-worn and wrinkly.
When he need helps
To walk across the room.
And they're waiting for the day,
When he's too
Worn out and old
And is forced to be confine to his bed.
They fear the day,
When he lays on his bed,
His bones creaky and brittle,
His skin resembles that of a raisin.
And he'll closes his eyes,
And they'll stay close
Forever.
And they fear the day,
When they have to put his body
Six feet under the ground
With the rest of his kind.
When his body turns to bones
And his bones turns to ash.
When he'll become nothing
But a memory;
Nothing but a tale to
Tell little boys and girls at night.
They know that their time
Must end too.
Like all stories
Must have an ending,
Whether it be tragic or not.
Even he knows
That he will have to meet
His The End.
Yet he still lives without a care;
Without fear of one day
Shaking hands with
The Grim Reaper.
In their eyes,
He is a hero;
He always was.
Not because he
Fights demons or monsters,
Or saves princesses from danger,
Or finds hidden gems and gold.
He is a hero because
He is able to go on
Living his life
With a content smile
And warmth in his eyes.
Through tough times and pain,
He is able to walk on.
He is strong and determined;
A flame that refuses to be
Put out.
He is a boy that
Is able to hold a sword
And fight will all his might,
But still holds warmth
And love in his heart.
And they know
That he will grow up to be
A good man.
Even when his clock runs out,
He will still be
Known throughout Ooo as
Finn the Human,
The Hero of Ooo,
The Last Human,
The Reckless Adventurer,
The Butt-Kicking Child,
The Lonely Human.
But to them,
To Bubblegum and Marceline,
Beemo and Jake,
Flame Princess and even Ice King,
He is Finn.
He is their:
Friend
Brother
Rival
Lover
Protector
Family.
To them,
He
Is
Their
Everything.
And to him,
They're his everything.
ADVENTURE TIME BELONGS TO ITS CREATOR, PENDLETON WARD.
I find it almost funny that the first fanfic that I post on here is so sad and angsty. Well I knew that I would write something tragic, but I never really expected it to be like this.
The reason why I wrote this is due to one of my friends pointing out a fact that Finn is in fact a human, and compared to most of the characters on Adventure Time, his life span is probably shorter than most of the characters on there. Well I kind of knew that already, but I haven't given much thought about it.
So I started thinking about it, and suddenly came up with this.
I can't say that I am particularly proud of it, but I can't say that I believe that this is the worst thing I have ever wrote. It's not particularly poetry, and to be honest, I have no idea why I started to write it in a poetry form when it's clearly not.
But, oh well!
Anyway, thank you for taking the time to read this. I highly appreciated it!
NOTE: The part about what Finn was known throughout in Ooo was pretty much inspired by the Doctor's titles from Doctor Who. I'm just not completely creative enough to come up with my own. XD