A/N- Just a little poem I wrote in a very boring French class. (Coincidentally, that's also where I wrote the beginning of Cliché. And I wondered why I take French.) If you can't tell, it's about Jesse. Comments? Review! Wanna email me? Ladywhitedragoness@yahoo.com.
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He stood,
As his parents made the decision,
As his nanny wept and packed his bag.
He stood,
As those around him eyed him in disgust,
As they gaped in fear.
He stood,
As he held back tears,
As he knew only loneliness.
He stood,
As he met his savoir,
As he learned what he was.
He stood,
As he saw her picture,
As he whispered her name.
He stood,
As the bullets clattered to the ground,
As he heard her heart beat frantically.
He stood,
As she looked on in amazement,
As she tried to escape the truth.
He stood,
As she grew to belong,
As she became like him.
He stood,
As he fought with renewed vigor,
As he felt her by his side.
He stood,
As they grew closer,
As he yearned for that closeness.
He stood,
As she faced the final opponent,
As she held her head up bravely.
He stood,
As defeat came swiftly and bitterly,
As courageously she fell away from the lightHe stood,
As shock took hold,
As he called her name into the infinite darkness.
Lifetimes he stood like a wall
StrongBrave
ProudBut in one moment,
one second of pure loss,
he falls to his knees.
He crumbles.
He shatters into shards of anger
And pain.
And hope is gone.