The Angel 03
AN: And now we encounter Trowa's section! Apparently this is my best part... Any comments on a Relena part for this btw? I hate her with a passion, but as a character I quite like the idea of doing her own poem on piece and stuff... Any ideas?
The silence scores through,
Through uneven flesh,
A past that is even now,
Still shadowy and dim...
A clown,
A performer,
A soldier,
A friend...
The light is a surprise,
That sudden flash,
The end of the war,
What just happened...?
As the light calls him to oblivion,
He can see only one thing,
A female face,
Weeping...
That calling face,
The disappointed features,
The understanding attitude,
That genuinely doesn't...
She knows he must go,
That much is clear,
But the crystal shards of teardrops,
Follow him to the battlefield...
How can something with such silence,
Scream at him so loud?