1dodges randomly thrown objects I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I know it's just a damn poem, and the update shouldn't have taken this long, but I have an excuese...please don't hurt me! See, it was only until a couple of days ago that they did something so I could upload Word Perfect documents, and I only had the poem on this computer. audience sets down objects Phew! Thank you! You wouldn't kill me anyway; without me, there wouldn't be any more updates! ...Oh, time for review responses! I got six, so Yugi, Yami, and Bakura plushies for everyone! You take your pick.

dolphinbabe409: I'm glad you thought they were good. Here's the next poem!
terry: Thanks for the reviews, glad you liked it.
Enter the Matrixxx: I'm estatic over the compliment. A good and addictive writing style is something I really look for in an author, and I'm glad you found a good one in me.
Necropolis demon: (1) I'm pleased that you enjoyed it. I had a lot of fun writing it; I was in a definite Bakura mood, kinda dark and evil, in a mischevious sort of way, when I wrote that, and that was the by-product of those feelings. Heh, there are many dark recesses of my mind, and yours too, I'd bet, that no one should ever go in without a torch to light the way.
(2) Thank you for thinking I'm brilliant. Much as I should contradict that, I never turn down a compliment. I like Yugi as a character, and I can connect with him on many levels, as my last poem shows. It was originally not even written for this, just as a release for me, but I thought it just fit him so well, I had to put it in.

Ok, this is Yami's poem. Just a simple muse about his life, mainly future but some about his past. Reviews are loved and cherished, constructive criticism is always appreciated, and any flames shall be used to burn down random houses or to the yamis, for who knows what. They are very sadistic and will probably find some use for it...

By the way, this poem is dedicated to one of my favorite authors, ladywolfTerri, whose birthday it is today. She's the author of Alone? and One Dance on AFF, so check them out. Happy Birthday, Terri!

Misty Mind

Confusion reigns.

A fog as old as time itself

lies over my head and my heart.

My past held under lock and key and

Being held in a fortress away from me.

Arrows are shot and oil is poured over stone walls

Misty shadows surround the maze of corridors

in my mind.

Unsure of what the future holds.

Heck, unsure of what the past held.

I wish I knew what to do.

Everything is so unclear now.

With no semblance or thought

as to what might happen,

I'm a little scared and very apprehensive.

The fates of so many people hang in the

balance of my every decision.

And one false move could be the end.

For everyone.

I feel so helpless;

Struggling vainly within my misty cloud of confusion.

Don't forget to review! Next up is Pegasus.