Summary: Now turned into a series of poems! He had thought that he was the one in control. Now he realizes that he was wrong. Once he craved power. Now all he wants is freedom.
Disclaimer: I wish I owned it. Then I'd have all the manga, drama cds, and books translated into English and brought over here to the States so we could share in the wider world and story of Guilty Gear too!
Queen's Quornor: I still want to get a better sense of Zato-1One's pre-Eddie character before I start on any fics directly involving him. But the Zato-muse just won't leave me alone. So I figured I'd keep him satisfied by writing something about him. In this case, it's poetry. Zato's one of my favorite characters, and I want to portray him accurately when I start the fic in question. As far as I'm concerned, our job as authors is to do our favorites justice when we write them. And the last thing I want to do is get him wrong. So for now, poetry it is. This was actually inspired by the scene you get prior to fighting Millia-Rage, and by a translation of one of the phrases Zato sometimes screams in that scene.
Cry from the Dark
Free me from these dark shadows of hell.
Give me the release I crave!
A leader among the dark ones
trapped by the shadows within.
It shows me things,
sights no man should behold.
I cannot see the world around me.
I cannot shut these visions out.
My limbs move at the shadow's command,
my own desires become inconsequential.
A puppet bound by unbreakable strings?
Or merely a vessel, valuable only for what I hold?
Blood, death, destruction...
Chaos and darkness eternal.
A carpet of broken bodies beneath a blood-red sky.
Fire rains and erupts. Earth becomes Hell.
Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!
I don't want to see this!
You have my body already;
stop tormenting what's left of my mind!
Why did I ever agree to this?
Why did I allow this thing inside me?
Yes, it helped me realize my ambitions.
But how was I supposed to know...?
I had thought my sight...
was the only sacrifice.
Now I have lost everything
save this dark corner of my mind.
I was a ruler, a master of trained killers.
Now I am a slave, trapped in my own flesh.
The shadow controls everything.
I have no peace, no say in my actions.
Release me! Save me!
Somebody rescue me from this prison!
Kill me or destroy the shadows, I don't care!
Just give me myself back again!