The Diabolical Adonis
She told them to go far away.
They had to leave; they could not stay.
Their shining castle was going to burn,
And each of them would die in turn.
But still they stood, refusing to run,
Thinking she'd been too long in the sun.
Their opinion, though, began to morph,
After the prisoner was brought forth.
Her tears alone told Fanelia's fate.
Both girls were in a sorry state.
To a quiet room, they were taken fast,
Where Allen told Hitomi about his past.
With his sister gone, his mother dead,
It was a wonder he hadn't lost his head.
He readied the men to assuage his fear,
And waited for Dilandau to appear.
Dornkirk had ordered the dragon's capture.
Naturally, Dilandau was enraptured.
On Folken's warning, he turned his back,
And prepared to launch another attack.
Sizing up each other, the girls realized
That both were weirder than they first surmised.
Van came in then with an antidote,
But he stiffened when Hitomi spoke.
The Zaibach army had arrived,
And they were leaving none alive.
Despite Van's questions of courage, they fled,
Rather than fight them head to head.
But they were followed into the sky.
Dilandau unleashed a battle cry.
And so the doomed struggle began,
Though in midair instead of on land.
A samurai, Van knew what he must give:
His life, so that the others might live.
He dropped from the ship in Escaflowne.
The dragon took flight, and Van drew them away.
-----------------------A/N----------------------------
~*^_^*~: Something tells me my rhyming is becoming more desperate . . .
/'^_^'\: Hmm . . . what could that be?
~*^_^*~: The new prominence of full names?
/'^_^'\: Either that or the definite increase in half rhymes.
~*^_^*~: Hey! It's hard to write poetry during school hours!
/'^_^'\: Why don't you write it later then?
~*^_^*~: Then what would I do during school?
/'^_^'\: Draw fanart in your neighbor's assignment book?
~*^_^*~: Enh. Works for me. By the way, this poem inspired me to write a short one about Allen. *ahem*
"With his sister gone, his mother dead,
And his true love about to be wed,
It was a wonder he hadn't lost his head.
But he managed to prevent despair,
By latching his affection onto his hair,
And thus he lived with nary a care . . .
Until he got split ends."
/'^_^'\: *sniff* That was beautiful . . .
She told them to go far away.
They had to leave; they could not stay.
Their shining castle was going to burn,
And each of them would die in turn.
But still they stood, refusing to run,
Thinking she'd been too long in the sun.
Their opinion, though, began to morph,
After the prisoner was brought forth.
Her tears alone told Fanelia's fate.
Both girls were in a sorry state.
To a quiet room, they were taken fast,
Where Allen told Hitomi about his past.
With his sister gone, his mother dead,
It was a wonder he hadn't lost his head.
He readied the men to assuage his fear,
And waited for Dilandau to appear.
Dornkirk had ordered the dragon's capture.
Naturally, Dilandau was enraptured.
On Folken's warning, he turned his back,
And prepared to launch another attack.
Sizing up each other, the girls realized
That both were weirder than they first surmised.
Van came in then with an antidote,
But he stiffened when Hitomi spoke.
The Zaibach army had arrived,
And they were leaving none alive.
Despite Van's questions of courage, they fled,
Rather than fight them head to head.
But they were followed into the sky.
Dilandau unleashed a battle cry.
And so the doomed struggle began,
Though in midair instead of on land.
A samurai, Van knew what he must give:
His life, so that the others might live.
He dropped from the ship in Escaflowne.
The dragon took flight, and Van drew them away.
-----------------------A/N----------------------------
~*^_^*~: Something tells me my rhyming is becoming more desperate . . .
/'^_^'\: Hmm . . . what could that be?
~*^_^*~: The new prominence of full names?
/'^_^'\: Either that or the definite increase in half rhymes.
~*^_^*~: Hey! It's hard to write poetry during school hours!
/'^_^'\: Why don't you write it later then?
~*^_^*~: Then what would I do during school?
/'^_^'\: Draw fanart in your neighbor's assignment book?
~*^_^*~: Enh. Works for me. By the way, this poem inspired me to write a short one about Allen. *ahem*
"With his sister gone, his mother dead,
And his true love about to be wed,
It was a wonder he hadn't lost his head.
But he managed to prevent despair,
By latching his affection onto his hair,
And thus he lived with nary a care . . .
Until he got split ends."
/'^_^'\: *sniff* That was beautiful . . .