This comes from iTick Tock/i a story a wrote a while ago and never uploaded onto any server. 'Kay, so it's not itechnically/i a poem, but... deal. A bit of a preveiw for if I ever get around to editing and putting iTick Tock/i up... which may or may not happen... It's about Ty Lee, happens before the third season starts... Enjoy!
She was always smiling, even when she was sad. From the moment she was born. Smiling. Always. It was as if that was the only thing she knew how to do. Smile.
She was not smiling now though. Oh no. Now she was crying. Big fat tears. She was scared. Little girl, I-don't-want-to-die scared. Where was her smile now?
She never wanted this.
She knew what it would bring her, and she wanted to shout "NO! Just leave me alone! I'm happy here, can't you see that? Can't you let me be? You've had your fun, now can you please let me go? I don't want you be your toy anymore! I want to be free! Your war will kill me!"
But she couldn't. She could only smile.
Her pink slippered feet, once so graceful and full of carefree joy, stumble. The once-upon-a-time performer has finally found the dance she can't keep up with.
She falls to her knees, sobbing, clutching at her attacker. Clutching at the one she's loved from far away for so very long.
"Please!" she begs "Please, I never wanted any of this! I love you!" she sobs out.
He freezes, looking down at her with shock that his feelings were returned, and to his horror, his grip on his machete slips. It spirals down toward her, and time seems to slow down so that seconds are like hours, minuets like years, hours like lifetimes.
"I
"Love
"You"
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The blade slides cleanly into her body. If it weren't for the fact that it protruded from her back she would almost appear to be alive still. He fell to the ground, clutching the now lifeless body to him.
She died smiling.
Yeah. Thats it, a bit of an old story. R&R!
Frosty