This is kind of an alternate to 'Cries for Sacrifice', which I realized was an overwhelming favorite. I just re-watched the Pandora episodes and realized I never wrote a poem for the other Black Magician, whose tale would be all the more angstier. This doesn't cut the full feeling I sense from him, but... I tried. Without further adieu now...
Doesn't Mean Much
He can't mean any of it.
The feelings I feel rather than the words said,
Using lives as only he sees fit.
How can it be true?
Master uses my ally as a pawn
Surely he can't intend on I with the same fate
To be betrayed like that...
Certainly worse than any Hell humans can create
The other Magician starts as he finally realizes,
But he is chained and cannot move.
The spirit that used to be in the now dead body attacks
And between us Magicians, whose fears are whose?
I now realize my life doesn't mean much
It never did as I am only a card
The other human cannot play and Master laughs
As slowly my mind begins to retard.
What is this warmth upon my cheeks?
A salty liquid flows from my eyes
As I die for that man,
The man I now despise.
There is a hollow resonance as my body falls
And straight to the other's Master I head.
He too cries for his own worthlessness
But still I would prefer to be him instead.
I suddenly feel another presence and I soon realize,
The other presence is the other Magician
Leaving his own body as it too dies.
Why did he willingly sacrifice himself?
His master cries as we clash together
A flash of light as we meet.
The both of us die and without good reason,
Surely there is no more harsher defeat.
His master cries for both of our souls lost
And still Master laughs as of yet
As I join my fellow Magician in death
Feeling lost and oh so much regret.
-Wildwolf