10/31/02
Piccolo poem #7
My Promise
I see his face,
Shadowed in firelight…
Shaded and textured,
In the depths of this night.
His innocence shines through,
Even in this great dark.
While he has not a blanket,
And his clothes are but stark.
This boy I've been training…
… Gohan… his name…
Has some how gotten to me,
With his childish game.
Yes… childish, but determined.
He's trained very well.
Why he looks up to me,
I never could tell.
His ancestors are coming.
I dare not think what they'll do.
And yet some thought reaches me…
'I'll look after you.'
This boy before me,
Sleeping so sound...
Somehow I find right now,
That he is quite profound.
My little friend.
My only one.
Your very short life,
Has not yet begun.
My beginning was deathly,
And my childhood torn.
I was placed with nothing less than a curse,
On the day I was born.
Scathed - burnt on the inside;
A nightmare my life.
Vengeance my only comfort,
Full of turmoil and strife.
But you, little creature…
My… little friend…
Seem to have some sort of hope,
That does not end.
Saiyan… Human.
Whatever you are.
I hate to admit this,
But you're healing a scar.
When this fight is over…
And if we're somehow alive…
Will you remember my words,
And how I taught you to survive?
Brave little child,
Foolish and weak,
You've gotten to me,
When my future seemed bleak.
How have you done this,
Little friend of mine?
The question is pointless,
Like the way you shine.
And I admire your foolery.
Your antics… your smile.
See I never had that…
So I hope yours lasts a while.
I now reach out my hand…
One that's brought fear to many.
I behold little innocence like yours…
That is, if any.
I'm afraid to touch you at this moment;
You seem so at peace.
I wish not to spoil you with such a hand,
So I recoil in the least.
But then I realize you I can not spoil,
Even if I wanted to.
There is something too pure,
About the likes of you.
So as I think,
While softly ruffling your hair…
I can clearly see,
That for you I'll always be there.
"I won't let anything happen to you, kid…"
I promise to do.
"I… promise."
No harm will come to you.
~=#=~
A/N: Oooh… kinna long, huh? ^^** I hope you liked!! This one actually took me a while to make. ~Shrugs~ Anywho, I like it. ^_^ Pikkoro-san daisuki! … SEE, I can make happy Piccolo poems!! SEEEEE!!??
Alrighty than… again I grovel before you in a mercilessly bad act of shamelessness for a review! ~_^
Piccolo poem #7
My Promise
I see his face,
Shadowed in firelight…
Shaded and textured,
In the depths of this night.
His innocence shines through,
Even in this great dark.
While he has not a blanket,
And his clothes are but stark.
This boy I've been training…
… Gohan… his name…
Has some how gotten to me,
With his childish game.
Yes… childish, but determined.
He's trained very well.
Why he looks up to me,
I never could tell.
His ancestors are coming.
I dare not think what they'll do.
And yet some thought reaches me…
'I'll look after you.'
This boy before me,
Sleeping so sound...
Somehow I find right now,
That he is quite profound.
My little friend.
My only one.
Your very short life,
Has not yet begun.
My beginning was deathly,
And my childhood torn.
I was placed with nothing less than a curse,
On the day I was born.
Scathed - burnt on the inside;
A nightmare my life.
Vengeance my only comfort,
Full of turmoil and strife.
But you, little creature…
My… little friend…
Seem to have some sort of hope,
That does not end.
Saiyan… Human.
Whatever you are.
I hate to admit this,
But you're healing a scar.
When this fight is over…
And if we're somehow alive…
Will you remember my words,
And how I taught you to survive?
Brave little child,
Foolish and weak,
You've gotten to me,
When my future seemed bleak.
How have you done this,
Little friend of mine?
The question is pointless,
Like the way you shine.
And I admire your foolery.
Your antics… your smile.
See I never had that…
So I hope yours lasts a while.
I now reach out my hand…
One that's brought fear to many.
I behold little innocence like yours…
That is, if any.
I'm afraid to touch you at this moment;
You seem so at peace.
I wish not to spoil you with such a hand,
So I recoil in the least.
But then I realize you I can not spoil,
Even if I wanted to.
There is something too pure,
About the likes of you.
So as I think,
While softly ruffling your hair…
I can clearly see,
That for you I'll always be there.
"I won't let anything happen to you, kid…"
I promise to do.
"I… promise."
No harm will come to you.
~=#=~
A/N: Oooh… kinna long, huh? ^^** I hope you liked!! This one actually took me a while to make. ~Shrugs~ Anywho, I like it. ^_^ Pikkoro-san daisuki! … SEE, I can make happy Piccolo poems!! SEEEEE!!??
Alrighty than… again I grovel before you in a mercilessly bad act of shamelessness for a review! ~_^