Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, etc...
Authoress' note-This is just my own little protest against all the stories and such that have come out flaming Pegasus without a good reason. Please don't take it as an insult, and I'm expecting flames...but every protest is flamed, somehow. I'm sorry if anyone finds this offensive, I wrote it one night when I felt the world was crashing down around me. Please understand. Also-I don't give any hate to Bakura fans, hell, I'm a Ryou fan myself. In response to this, I will be writing a Bakura fic, 'Black Hole Sun', which will be coming out whenever I have the time to finish. Other than that, enjoy.
Declaration
I look straight ahead... upon this land of dreamers..
Weaving their tales with the faeries' soft thread,
All of them smiling, all of them schemers,
Eager to portray the thoughts in their head.
As I wander about, I hear such laughter,
A more horrid noise I never have heard,
Derisively describing a poor man after,
With this, I take off like the wings of a bird.
I look about, desperately searching,
For this poor man, who on fate has not smiled...
The soul, those fiends were his honour besmerching,
And in their tales, was his spirit defiled.
At last I come upon a land scorched.
Scarcely nothing here could live.
This desolate place, which language hath torched,
Could be healed by the light, only the heart can give.
I finally found him, the man I was seeking,
His face soft and sad...his silver hair mussed.
His deep tender voice, his elegant speaking,
His miserable heart aching for someone to trust.
I reached out to him, my voice gently close,
"I'll save you from those who blackened your name."
He looked at me sadly, his demeanor morose,
"I wish you could, girl, but the outcome's the same.
You cannot stop people who cannot perceive..
Slander is second-nature to their tongues.
True love is something that they do not believe,
Hate is as natural as air in their lungs.
My story and my reasons they 'd not give mercy,
They were blinded by the darkness before.
So, when finally, at last, my tale they do see,
The hatred they've felt shall always endure.
People are hypocrites, people are blind,
They look for all reasons to destroy,
They've ripped my body, stolen my mind,
And discard me just like a broken toy.
They say I was evil, malicious and vile,
They believe my magic a Satanic trick.
Yet, it is again in their delusive style,
They dote all over that ring-wearing prick.
He's more evil than I, his power dark,
In ancient days, he defiled the graves.
And yet, in their hearts, a love doth spark,
And over him, many a fangirl raves.
Why not I? I had innocent aim,
And stealing that soul, was part of a plan,
All of this done completely in Love's name,
And yet, they think me much less of a man.
Alas, I can't change it, there will always be bastards,
Writing their lies on a page for all to view.
Maybe, if someone, their heart they have mastered,
Will write something for me that is bold, that is new.
Until that day comes, I shall stay here, despairing,
Dreaming of a blonde haired angel above.
My shattered soul and dreams, I will try repairing,
I'd be successful, if I once more had true love..."
I looked at this creature, so shining, but meek,
And took his hand in mine, and looked to the sun.
"I will write a new story, something unique,
And your honour, I promise, will soon be won."
He smiled, and I wandered, with new resolve,
To heal him, there's no humbler cause than this..
The face of this dreamland, I shall evolve,
In the name of the respected Maximillion Pegasus.
Authoress' note-This is just my own little protest against all the stories and such that have come out flaming Pegasus without a good reason. Please don't take it as an insult, and I'm expecting flames...but every protest is flamed, somehow. I'm sorry if anyone finds this offensive, I wrote it one night when I felt the world was crashing down around me. Please understand. Also-I don't give any hate to Bakura fans, hell, I'm a Ryou fan myself. In response to this, I will be writing a Bakura fic, 'Black Hole Sun', which will be coming out whenever I have the time to finish. Other than that, enjoy.
Declaration
I look straight ahead... upon this land of dreamers..
Weaving their tales with the faeries' soft thread,
All of them smiling, all of them schemers,
Eager to portray the thoughts in their head.
As I wander about, I hear such laughter,
A more horrid noise I never have heard,
Derisively describing a poor man after,
With this, I take off like the wings of a bird.
I look about, desperately searching,
For this poor man, who on fate has not smiled...
The soul, those fiends were his honour besmerching,
And in their tales, was his spirit defiled.
At last I come upon a land scorched.
Scarcely nothing here could live.
This desolate place, which language hath torched,
Could be healed by the light, only the heart can give.
I finally found him, the man I was seeking,
His face soft and sad...his silver hair mussed.
His deep tender voice, his elegant speaking,
His miserable heart aching for someone to trust.
I reached out to him, my voice gently close,
"I'll save you from those who blackened your name."
He looked at me sadly, his demeanor morose,
"I wish you could, girl, but the outcome's the same.
You cannot stop people who cannot perceive..
Slander is second-nature to their tongues.
True love is something that they do not believe,
Hate is as natural as air in their lungs.
My story and my reasons they 'd not give mercy,
They were blinded by the darkness before.
So, when finally, at last, my tale they do see,
The hatred they've felt shall always endure.
People are hypocrites, people are blind,
They look for all reasons to destroy,
They've ripped my body, stolen my mind,
And discard me just like a broken toy.
They say I was evil, malicious and vile,
They believe my magic a Satanic trick.
Yet, it is again in their delusive style,
They dote all over that ring-wearing prick.
He's more evil than I, his power dark,
In ancient days, he defiled the graves.
And yet, in their hearts, a love doth spark,
And over him, many a fangirl raves.
Why not I? I had innocent aim,
And stealing that soul, was part of a plan,
All of this done completely in Love's name,
And yet, they think me much less of a man.
Alas, I can't change it, there will always be bastards,
Writing their lies on a page for all to view.
Maybe, if someone, their heart they have mastered,
Will write something for me that is bold, that is new.
Until that day comes, I shall stay here, despairing,
Dreaming of a blonde haired angel above.
My shattered soul and dreams, I will try repairing,
I'd be successful, if I once more had true love..."
I looked at this creature, so shining, but meek,
And took his hand in mine, and looked to the sun.
"I will write a new story, something unique,
And your honour, I promise, will soon be won."
He smiled, and I wandered, with new resolve,
To heal him, there's no humbler cause than this..
The face of this dreamland, I shall evolve,
In the name of the respected Maximillion Pegasus.