Melodramatic Agony

By: Licorice-Sama

Author's Note: This is a sonnet I wrote for creative writing, but was inspired by Yu-Gi-Oh. Therefore, I am posting this, since it is, in its way, fanfiction. It's nowhere near perfect, hehe, but I really am proud of it, so I'm sharing it! It was originally intended to go along with my Batwoman & Elfgirl/Yu-Gi-Oh crossover, but I am not posting that at fanfiction.net for OBVIOUS reasons if anybody's read the story "A Time For Us". ^.~ So, after I revised, and revised, and although I've still got tons more REVISING to do, I found that it kind of works for a Seto & Mokuba relationship, well except for the "mon fils" thing at the end of the original, which I am changing to "mon frère" in this since it's going to be strictly a Seto & Mokuba brotherhood thing. Yeah, there's some slant rhymes, and my iambic pentameter might be lacking, but I doubt that one. (I'm sorry, but once you get me to count my syllables, I get obsessed!) Well, yeah, enjoy my sonnet... or don't. Whatever floats your boat. (Chibi Pegasus, who is really an inch tall winged-horse: Whatever floats HER boat, whatever that means.) Teehee. Sorry, couldn't resist! Ok, I'll cut to the disclaimer thingy and then we'll get this show on the road!

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, cos if I did, the dub would either be better, or non-existent! OVA/OAV & SUBTITLES FOR ALL! Ahem. I also don't own the French language, Finland, or the tuner in the band room that's seducing me. I own MattyBunny, though... I duct taped him to the wall and pacified him with Natalie Portman movies. ^.~ I own my poem though, and although this version is Yu-Gi-Oh-centered, my other one (the one with "mon fils" is the sole property of moi... and this one kinda is too, besides the Yu-Gi-Oh references... of course you wouldn't know that if you read it without the author's note, so HA! Well, peace out, eh! Oooh, Ickle Note: The "trivial" thing refers to Pegasus taking the souls effortlessly, and seemingly thinking it trivial himself. I guess you could say it's self-assuredness... or arrogance, on his part, the whole "trivial" thing, I mean. I just thought I'd clear that up... since nobody will understand it in creative writing anyway, I'll probably end up changing it then. Zut alors.

"Melodramatic Agony"

He calls me guardian, who he honors,

In literal chains his body does lie,

And there he sits, no morning sun to warm

Him, waiting for his rescue with few tears.

Yet still I wait, card games I have to play

Although he lies spread-eagled on the floor

Of his prison cell, so full of decay,

Waiting for my form to open the door.

Simple to abandon it all, we think

When our hopes and dreams so far have been lost,

Forsaken, all our thoughts and fears did sink

For Fate to demand his "trivial" cost.

Though perhaps the Captor's force will grow cold,

And once again, mon frère, I'll have to hold.

Nota Bene: Like it? Hate it? Review for my sake and let me know! Even offer suggestions on how to improve it! I love those! (Well, I love constructive criticism, not open trumpet-bashing. Leave that to professional musicians and flutists/flautists like moi!) Well, I have to scram, I have things to do... malheureusement. JA NE!!!