This poem was actually written for a creative writing class last year. XD I just thought I'd share it with all of you. This poem is about little thief Bakura and the night of the massacre of KuruEruna.
Note: Some parts have been changed to fit the poem.
Disclaimer: If I owned Yu-Gi-Oh, and would also own the world! Muwahahahaa!
Once upon a midnight clear,
When pyramids were young.
A land where people worshiped gods,
And spoke an ancient tongue.
Bakura sat upon a cliff;
His blue eyes tinted red,
As he watched the flaming town
With tears in which he shed.
His mind was soon thrust back in time,
As he began to see;
The massacre of his poor home,
And all his family.
The little child remembered now,
What happened late that night.
He tried to block the dreadful thought,
And tried with all his might.
The tears were dripping down his cheeks,
His face was in his hands.
His cries were thrown up in the air,
And buried in the sands.
He soon remembered all the night,
When everything went wrong.
So now I'll tell you what he saw,
Through a cold Egyptian song…
The land of KuruEruna,
Was sleeping with no sound.
The stars were dancing in the night;
The moon was shining round.
Bakura kissed his mother's cheek,
And crawled into his bed.
"Goodnight, my little Desert Jewel."
His loving mother said.
He smiled at her and lay back down,
As she had left the door.
He shut his eyes to get some sleep,
But heard a shrieking roar!
He bolted up from where he slept,
When he had heard the scream.
He rushed out to the open frame,
Then wished all was a dream.
There is loving mother lay,
Her body drenched in red.
He stood there frozen where he was,
As blood rushed to his head.
And there he stood with utter fear,
As cries for help were growing.
He knelt beside his dying mom
And felt her heart start slowing.
She smiled at him with all her strength,
And tried to touch his cheek,
But then her hand fell to the floor;
Her body then went weak.
Bakura's tears were falling down,
Like raindrops on the Nile.
He hugged his mother close to him,
And held her all the while.
But soon the palace guards had come,
And tried to kill him too!
Bakura turned to run away,
And out the door he flew!
The killing was outside as well;
The screaming he could hear.
Bakura saw them all drop dead,
With widened eyes of fear!
A fire soon began to start,
The village was in flames!
Not knowing who the culprit was;
No one to take the blames.
Bakura fled the burning town,
And hid behind a hill.
He gasped for air and listened close
For guards who came to kill.
Bakura sat upon a cliff;
His blue eyes tinted red,
As he watched the flaming town
With tears in which he shed.
The tears were dripping down his cheeks,
His face was in his hands.
His cries were thrown up in the air,
And buried in the sands.
Then something he had never seen,
Fell from the sky above.
It poured into the flaming town,
Like little specks of love.
Then slowly as the white things came,
The fire soon died out.
Bakura reached to touch a flake,
But recoiled with a shout!
The silver specks were cold to touch,
Bakura kept away.
But as he slowly found no harm,
The white things did not stay.
They disappeared within a flash,
And left the land all white.
"How beautiful," Bakura thought,
As he scanned the sight.
But when he saw the broken town,
His heart was torn in two.
Anger swelled inside his soul,
His eyes: no longer blue.
They glinted red with pain and hate;
As sadness dripped in tears.
His home was gone, his mother too,
His family and his peers.
And then he made a silent oath;
A promise dark as night.
To seek revenge on those who killed,
His loved ones and his light.
I know...it's very cheesy and lame. Well, enjoy...I guess. XD