A/N: Bonus! This is a Rivetra-ish poem I wrote the other day. There was no prompt. It just kind of came to me. Tell me what you think.
Free.
She was strong.
That's why he
chose her.
Her eyes were golden
like the morning sun.
Her small frame
held such resolve,
such strength.
She had longed to escape
the cold stone walls
and blades of
cold steel.
She had longed to see
the ocean;
to dance among
the wildflowers;
to touch the sky atop
the mountains.
She had longed
to make a change,
to save
humanity.
That's why he
chose her.
But he had
miscalculated.
They were mere
humans.
He had forgotten.
They were
humans;
weak, defenseless,
frail shells containing
strong souls.
They were fighting
strong opponents.
They stood no chance.
He forgot how easily
they could all
die.
Now she was away from
the cold stone walls
and blades of
cold steel.
She could see
the ocean;
she could dance among
the wildflowers;
she could touch the sky atop
the mountains.
She was free to fly
on Wings of Freedom.
He would carry on,
bearing her memory like
a cross.
He would save
humanity
for her.
For her-
He would fight.