As you know, the winner of the poetry contest is Zexion's.Emo.Queen. The poem belongs to her and the plot is done by me. Enjoy!
Invisible
A familiar Nobody was taking a stroll just outside of The Castle That Never Was. No, it isn't Larxene looking for a new 'toy' to play with.
He kept his hood on to cover his face, to camouflage him himself within the darkness with the Heartless and other Nobodies. Soon, the Nobody entered the Dark City and teleported himself to the top of one of the desolate, deteriorating buildings.
A gust of wind came out of nowhere and blew away the hood off his head to reveal Xaldin, Number III of Organization XIII. Surprisingly, the member smiled as he walked to the edge of the building and sat down.
Xaldin took out his familiar notebook as he felt the wind blow through his dread locks and tickle the caterpillars on his face that he so proudly call 'sideburns'. Seconds later, a pen flashed into his hand from the darkness. Why use a Dusk to satisfy your simple needs when you can get it yourself?
The Freelancer began to write…:
Rushing through the rain and rock,
Lifting leaves as it dances alone.
You can hear it.
You can feel it.
When you look for it,
It will seem nonexistent
But it is never there…
Like Nothing.
Like us.
He wrote this in a small yet beautiful calligraphy. Who knew that the Nobody that provoked the Beast into anger and doubt had this talent?
He gazed at the scenery for a while more before his watch began to beep. Xaldin quickly checked it and turned the alarm off. It was 8:00 am and it was time for the meeting. Not to mention, time to wake up the younger members. Heh heh…Ah the fun in that.
And that's the end to this chapter and the second to last chapter that's coming soon! R&R!