23-Feb-2001
A 13+6 poem from Zech's POV.
Warnings: death, angsty, hints of shounen-ai
The Price of Peace by DaMoyre
Poem
After all these years, I sit here thinking,
Of all the things that could have gone right,
But went wrong
Of all the words I could have said,
But did not.
I think of all I could have done
To change the world, to end the war
A different course of action might have made a difference.
And yet, we sacrificed our love for peace's sake,
Sacrificed the life of a man, who had great faults
But who always loved the Earth.
Battles were fought in his name
Young and old, brilliant and courageous men
Proudly accepted Death.
He grieved their loss,
With such honor and grace, that only he possessed.
After all these years, his face still haunts my dreams,
Soft scent of rose fragrance slowly makes me drift.
I raise my eyes to the skies and I can almost see him wave,
"Go on, Miriald, my dearest friend,"
I know that's what he'd say.
And so I do. I live. I laugh.
Allow the wind to carry away my grief
Allow my million masks to fall apart and break
I face myself, day after day knowing I should not be here,
That I could not protect the kingdom of Sank, or the people
And I couldn't even kill myself. Once again, I failed.
The reflection in the mirror mocks me.
Didn't I want him dead? I remember firing the cannon...
I did not kill him, but my hands are stained with blood.
I go on. I don't give up.
That is what he'd expect from me.
I was never what he wanted me to be...
The least I can do is go on now,
Make him proud...
Even if he's no longer here.
The war is over.
Peace reigns.
And Treize is dead.
Sometimes we get what we ask for.