No matter the groaning weight
I carry my predestined load
I'm on the front lines, no time to hate;
The task leads to an uncharted road.
I carry my predestined load;
Leaders old left plans behind a veil
The task leads to an uncharted road -
Out of reach and so I fall... frail.
Leaders old left plans behind a veil;
Dreams to live free in star skies
Out of reach and so I fall frail -
No one must hear my silent cries
Dreams to live free in star skies?
I'm on the front lines, no time to hate!
No one must hear my silent cries -
No matter the groaning weight.
A/N: Poor fella - he has a lot on his mind to deal with due to the absence of the Toppat leaders. If this poetry form looks familiar, it may hold some resemblance to it due to the pattern of repeated lines throughout the poem but it's not a villanelle. May I present the pantoum. It comes from a Malay verse form, a series of quatrains (or four lines in a stanza). Composed of a series of quatrains, the second and fourth lines of each stanza are repeated as the first and third lines of the next stanza. And the pattern goes on until the final stanza, in which the first line of the whole poem is the last line of the final stanza while the third line from the first stanza is the second of the final.
I think this poem speaks for itself, so there's nothing too significant for me to point out other than this would take place after the Toppat leaders were arrested. Enjoy!