I own nothing of Yu-Gi-Oh – but I do own two Red Eyes! I named one
Oricelion Blackstar, and the other Blaze (yes, I name my favorite cards.
Got a problem with it?) I don't own YGO, but I do own my cards and my
poems.
Song of the Red-Eyes Black Dragon
Ebony lurks within the depths
Of Night, which holds all in embrace
Unlit by stars or silver moon
You hear the wind whisper apace
As all the light one can espy
Shines forth from one great ruby eye.
His Gift, his own since time began
Was seething flame of battle-rage.
He lurks in Shadow, kin to Night
Submitting not to whip nor cage.
A child of Darkness, seen with scorn
Who yet, from out of Light was born.
His only kin greater then he
Is Dragon White with Eyes of Blue
Whose might came from their own fierce hate
And from then he and his withdrew
For though he battles, fierce with pride
He holds no hate burning inside.
And wings of steel and night stretch wide
With blazing eyes and flaming fangs
In enraged battle, when he fights
Amid the cries and screams and bangs
The Rage in him shall only light
When he fights for a cause most Right.
He laboured long through centuries
Bound to a One who hated him
Who used his sprit as a tool
His own demented games to win.
But Oath was Sworn, and by the Law
He could not from the fiend withdraw.
The gleeful face, the mocking grin
The taunting laugh; bound as a slave
He shrieked against the binding chains
Without hope of even the grave.
His hatred flared; it stained his hide
But he would not let it inside.
From Dragon White with Eyes of Rage
Came Dark Dragon of Ruby Eyes.
A creature dark, he still was pure
He had no truck with sin and lies.
But when all those of his race
Rejected him – he sought his place.
He dwelt in Shadow, seeking peace
Still at the beck and call of he
Who was unworthy; sour note,
And could not his own darkness see.
So Ruby wandered, seeking peace
Until the Master's triumphs ceased.
A Challenge fought, by Master thrown
Against a one who stood alone
Yet with his friends. He wielded Time
For his past sins sought to atone.
And, risking all, he did not lose
But Ruby as his prize did choose.
No more enslaved to petty greed
No more shackled to burning hate.
He found that he was truly free
His burning darkness did abate
And fought with pride, for cause most just
And he shall not betray that trust.
So now he lives, with Dark entwined
And sings of Dark. But knows he true
That Light and Darkness are the same
And from them, all shall rise anew.
The two parts of a single whole
That live and dance in every soul.
What cares he who has greater strength?
What cares he of the battles fought?
He knows all battles are of will
And all our pain shall come to naught.
For if we firm keep fixed out eye
We stand and live – and do not die.
The lure of battle still does call
And he leaps, eager, in the fray
Without a thought of weeping wounds.
He stalks the paths of night and day
He watches, silent, from a height
Yet roars against the failing Light.
So when the Dark would overtake
The light-filled world, he takes his stand
Unfurls his wings, cries out his wrath
And fearsome, breaths a blazing brand
The Light in him shall no more hide
And it and he won't be denied.
And he will fight, but not alone
To keep the Balance of the Past
The Light and Dark in him Combined;
He will be both the First and Last
To merge the Forces, and to be
The First to live in Harmony.
But now, his Secret safe from all
He slumbers in the growing night
A creature Dark of battle-rage
And none know of the inner Light.
He smiles then, and slumbers on
And he will rise to greet the dawn.
He will serve Master with the strength
Of all the power of Night and Day.
He shall protect the weaker Ones
He will carve out a whole new Way
For Dark is Light and Light is all
He'll ever answer to their call.
Crimson eyes and ebony skin
Steel wings and saber teeth
Covered by a film of rage
But the light does lie beneath.
Thus, the tale that will not die
Shut the book, and close the eye.
Oricelion Blackstar, and the other Blaze (yes, I name my favorite cards.
Got a problem with it?) I don't own YGO, but I do own my cards and my
poems.
Song of the Red-Eyes Black Dragon
Ebony lurks within the depths
Of Night, which holds all in embrace
Unlit by stars or silver moon
You hear the wind whisper apace
As all the light one can espy
Shines forth from one great ruby eye.
His Gift, his own since time began
Was seething flame of battle-rage.
He lurks in Shadow, kin to Night
Submitting not to whip nor cage.
A child of Darkness, seen with scorn
Who yet, from out of Light was born.
His only kin greater then he
Is Dragon White with Eyes of Blue
Whose might came from their own fierce hate
And from then he and his withdrew
For though he battles, fierce with pride
He holds no hate burning inside.
And wings of steel and night stretch wide
With blazing eyes and flaming fangs
In enraged battle, when he fights
Amid the cries and screams and bangs
The Rage in him shall only light
When he fights for a cause most Right.
He laboured long through centuries
Bound to a One who hated him
Who used his sprit as a tool
His own demented games to win.
But Oath was Sworn, and by the Law
He could not from the fiend withdraw.
The gleeful face, the mocking grin
The taunting laugh; bound as a slave
He shrieked against the binding chains
Without hope of even the grave.
His hatred flared; it stained his hide
But he would not let it inside.
From Dragon White with Eyes of Rage
Came Dark Dragon of Ruby Eyes.
A creature dark, he still was pure
He had no truck with sin and lies.
But when all those of his race
Rejected him – he sought his place.
He dwelt in Shadow, seeking peace
Still at the beck and call of he
Who was unworthy; sour note,
And could not his own darkness see.
So Ruby wandered, seeking peace
Until the Master's triumphs ceased.
A Challenge fought, by Master thrown
Against a one who stood alone
Yet with his friends. He wielded Time
For his past sins sought to atone.
And, risking all, he did not lose
But Ruby as his prize did choose.
No more enslaved to petty greed
No more shackled to burning hate.
He found that he was truly free
His burning darkness did abate
And fought with pride, for cause most just
And he shall not betray that trust.
So now he lives, with Dark entwined
And sings of Dark. But knows he true
That Light and Darkness are the same
And from them, all shall rise anew.
The two parts of a single whole
That live and dance in every soul.
What cares he who has greater strength?
What cares he of the battles fought?
He knows all battles are of will
And all our pain shall come to naught.
For if we firm keep fixed out eye
We stand and live – and do not die.
The lure of battle still does call
And he leaps, eager, in the fray
Without a thought of weeping wounds.
He stalks the paths of night and day
He watches, silent, from a height
Yet roars against the failing Light.
So when the Dark would overtake
The light-filled world, he takes his stand
Unfurls his wings, cries out his wrath
And fearsome, breaths a blazing brand
The Light in him shall no more hide
And it and he won't be denied.
And he will fight, but not alone
To keep the Balance of the Past
The Light and Dark in him Combined;
He will be both the First and Last
To merge the Forces, and to be
The First to live in Harmony.
But now, his Secret safe from all
He slumbers in the growing night
A creature Dark of battle-rage
And none know of the inner Light.
He smiles then, and slumbers on
And he will rise to greet the dawn.
He will serve Master with the strength
Of all the power of Night and Day.
He shall protect the weaker Ones
He will carve out a whole new Way
For Dark is Light and Light is all
He'll ever answer to their call.
Crimson eyes and ebony skin
Steel wings and saber teeth
Covered by a film of rage
But the light does lie beneath.
Thus, the tale that will not die
Shut the book, and close the eye.