A/N: You would not believe the homework I've had this week. Ugh. My apologies for the delayed update. Hopefully you guys will like it. (I'm not super happy with it myself, really.) Ethan's story, in freeverse poetry.
Restoring balance, stopping the destruction of all that was good in the world-was that treason?
Traitor
"Treason," he snarled
With his gold eyes
Burning, burning, burning
But Ethan
Didn't agree
He was no
Traitor
Setting the scales
Restoring balance
Ensuring justice—
Was that treason?
Balance, balance, balance
It was always about balance
The gods weren't—
Stubborn and unstable and
Fickle, fickle, fickle
And surely Kronos
Who had been imprisoned
For so long
Who was older, wiser, stronger
Would restore that precious
Equality, equality, equality
So he joined
But it wasn't balance
Not the fair justice
He had hoped for
It was pure destruction
But he still wanted
Revenge, revenge, revenge
At the end of the story
On the next-to-last page
(The one no one reads
Because they want to get to
The End)
He found
Justice, justice, justice
A sword in the stomach
For a sword to the neck
And it
Hurt, hurt, hurt
"Treason," Kronos snarled
As his eyes glowed gold
Ethan crumbled
As he was
Falling
Falling
Falling
He knew he was no
Traitor
Traitor
Traitor
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