Hi there! Lizzy again! A billion thanks to Edlover23 fo putting this story onto his favorites, though with the suckitude of my writing, it might be an accident. If it wasn't, though, you have no idea how grateful I am. Do you like my new word? Suckitude! Use it if you want to, I don't mind.
Disclaimer: I do not own TOS, because there is no relationship between Yuan and Kratos, and Kratos doesn't hug his damn son. I do however own Suckitude.
This poem is about Mithos in Martel's point of view in the great seed.
I cannot help you when you fall,
I cannot hold you when you cry.
I cannot gasp as you destroy it all.
I cannot help you open your eyes
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I can only lie here in this shell,
I can only imagine how far you fell.
I can only listen to cries of pain.
I can only hear blood, falling like rain.
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I cannot help you to stand,
I can only watch here in this shell.
I cannot comfort you, hold your hand.
I can only watch, an eternal hell.
I hope you liked it! I'm not going to beg for reviews, because I just think writing poetry like this is fun. If you have something you would like to say, or want to tell me you hate my poetry, go ahead.
