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Words in bold are the titles I give the poem, and italicized words are when people talk. Underlined are phrases in poems I've asked to use from other authors and added my own lines inside.
Danny Phantom and Young Justice doesn't belong to me, though most of these poems do!
THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR MY STORY, TORN AND FRAYED! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!
- So Far
I was raised in a world of White
Where the only choice
Is to obey the Light.
I was obedient and proper,
But scared of any type of monster.
The Ones of White,
They hated my core.
"What did I do to deserve this?"
I always wondered,
"Am I not doing well in the Trials?"
"Or is there another place where I have failed?"
Strapped to a cold table,
A man sharpens his scalpel
And the sanity leaves his eyes,
I tremble with fear,
Because this is where I could die.
I had a name,
But it was also a number.
"Subject Forty Three,"
Was what they called me
And I had no other title
Other than
Monster,
Freak,
Demon,
And
In-human.
Soon, a master, I was given
And finished was the process
To remove my mind
From reality.
Obey, I did,
Every command.
No complaint uttered,
No hesitation in my stance.
Protecting, I did well,
Something I enjoyed.
It was the only thing that remained,
In my broken mind.
But then I saw them
They were there to harm my master
And protect I did,
Fighting the ones
Who wished no harm to me.
One of them,
A telepath of the strongest kind,
Reached inside my mind
And changed everything
In my life.
Gone was the urge to obey,
And the title of 'Master,'
For I was free,
In a matter of speaking.
Joined their team, Yes I did,
And I found that not everyone
Has evil within.
Friends, they said we were,
And I was confused;
What is that term?
Fall in love, did I to her,
But she loved someone else,
And unknowing left me in the dirt.
Sad I was then,
Because I didn't know why
She didn't see my feelings
And instead went for another guy.
But soon, I accepted it
And moved on with my life
I soon loved another
And she loved me in turn.
Happy, I was;
Satisfied with my life
I went on a mission
And made a friend
Shimmer, she was called
And love her like a sister, I do and did.
But then the one surrounded by the
Tick tock-tick tock
Of hundreds of clocks
Came to me
And he said,
"Child of Black and White,
Your life will be full of pain.
Neither world will accept you,
And you will always be alone.
In another time,
Another place,
You grew up human
As the Ones of White knew not
Of you.
Then you died,
Became a half-ghost.
Phantom, they called you,
And protect them, you did,
Even if they hated you.
And then there would come a time,
In your future,
Where you would become evil,
And destroy both worlds.
Terrified, you were
Of this to happen,
And beg me, you did,
For me to change it.
And so I changed your fate,
And everyone else's;
This is the timeline you have chosen,
Daniel Fenton,
And I hope you
Have made the right choices
And will not regret the ones
You will make
As time moves forward."
I woke up, then,
And kept his words to myself.
I was scared of what had been said,
And what it meant.
Time passed, and forget the words,
I did,
Until a day came
When my precious people
Were in danger
Because of me.
A sister, I was given,
By the Ones of White,
And soon she became a daughter to me,
And the girl I love and still do.
But for her safety,
I let her go,
And forget me.
Time passed yet again;
A King,
I became,
Of a world separate from the one I used to love.
Then my daughter vanished;
Gone, she was, from my realm
Leaving only one other option:
She had gone to the world
Where the skies are blue
There is color all over in-between
The ground is solid
And inhabited by the living.
Leave, I did,
The place that became my home,
And angry, I was,
At those who dared to harm
My little Moon.
I entered the world
With the blue skies,
Solid ground,
And living things
And found her smiling
With those that are breathing.
And then I saw,
The girl I loved and still do,
Holding hands with another dude.
Sadness poured through me,
But I brushed it aside -
This was not the time to get pulled in
By the emotional tide.
So thank them, I did,
And surprised, they were,
To see a face
They hadn't seen
For five years.
Leave I did, and return pretty fast,
Bringing my little birdie,
A boy named Crow.
As I stayed and watched the living,
The breathing,
The dying people
I once knew,
I found a smile rise to my lips
And said,
"My choice wasn't a bad one after all."