The forsaken

Disclaimer: I own nothing about the poem, save the words.

Summary: Nothing to summarise really, just Ban's thoughts…they sound more miserable than usual 'coz' I'm so grouchy these days…(so, what's new you ask?)

I am the one forsaken,

To live in darkness, to die in darkness,

The demon child of darkness,

Unknown, unwanted.

Then he came around me, filled my life with light,

Became the brother beside me,

The armour for the soul inside me,

A soul I never knew I held.

He showed me things I refused to see, became the light to my dark,

Taught me things I never learnt,

That, memories cannot be forgotten, to stop them, one must not remember

Thus, I embraced the pain of my childhood; in a way my mother never did me.

With him I learnt to love again, something I'd forgotten how

To find friends where I thought there were none,

I re-learnt the lessons of life, for he taught me,

That love was not a burden but a beacon;

A beacon of hope.

Now I turn around, to see them smile upon me,

Giving me a chance to smile back

Strange how their bonds bind me,

No longer a chain to keep me in,

Rather, a gift from deep within.

These things that I thank my brother for,

Things he already knows,

Yet, there are those I have none to thank,

For, they are my own to bring out once more.

I have yet to kindle a flame, in those purple eyes I see,

For in them I wish to see the flame of love,

Shining just for me.

Then, there is the peace within me, which forgiveness cannot give,

For, my cursed life did cause the death of one who lived.

There are promises I made, a promise to the dead

To save the life of a loved one, the one I choose to wed.

Then there these bonds that hold me,

They refuse to let me fall

Bonds that keep me and reach out when I call.

These bonds I wish to strengthen, as strong as a bond could be,

To show my friends they are more than that, they're my family.

Now, I see I am not the forsaken,

It is them that forsake me,

For swirls of power and tendrils of magic,

Did no good when I broke free.

To them who kept me captive,

To them that took my whole,

Though you bend my body

You could not break my soul.

AUTHORS NOTES: Just a sudden entry that struck me when I thought of Ban. The poor chap's thoughts seemed forlorn…thus this angst poem.

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