Valkyrie Profile: Poetry in Motion
Part I - Even Boys Cry

Her name was Platina, young and fair,
With beautiful eyes and long silver hair.
Her family was poor, she would soon find out,
Her parents sold her, that's without a doubt.

Platina arrived home with a pail of water,
In a hurry so she won't be scolded by her mother.
She accidentally spilled it on her mother's visitor,
Then her mom slapped her as if she was some traitor.

Late that night, she was awakened by a boy,
Her best friend Lucian, but he wasn't bringing a toy.
Lucian came to take Platina, his love, away,
For she was to be a slave the very next day.

Platina could not believe what she'd been told,
She believed her parents weren't that cold.
After his explanation, the truth was clear,
Lucian, her Lucian, only wanted her to be near.

She was then willing to run far away,
Anywhere with Lucian, with him any day.
They ran through the forest, past a huge tree,
When they came upon a meadow, they thought they were free.

The field was full of flowers, with lilies so lovely,
"Do you think this might be heaven?" Platina asked innocently.
But Lucian felt that something was terribly wrong,
He took Platina's hand as he heard death's warning song.

Weeping lilies, the gorgeous flowers all around,
Their pollen can poison you, kill you without a sound.
Lucian knew they had to flee, if needed, to a mountaintop,
But Platina didn't want to leave, it was like she had given up.

Lucian did not know what was happening to her,
Platina then exclaimed, "I can't take it any longer!"
Though Lucian was always there, though he never let her fall,
"But I have so many awful memories, I just want to forget it all..."

Lucian refused to accept what was happening,
He held on to Platina, his love, who was dying.
He didn't want her to leave, didn't want to let go,
He didn't want to lose her, the one he loved so.

But no matter what he did, he couldn't stop fate,
He could not save her, it was all too late.
Platina, his love, her death made him cry,
Yes, even boys break down when their loved ones die.

Author's Note: This poem is really old... I made these months ago, and so are the two succeeding others. But anyway, I uploaded them because I felt like doing so. Feel free to tell me what you think... I'm not really a poet, I just know how to rhyme stuff. =P