A/N: Sorry, I had some computer problems while I was too preoccupied with work. But, at last I can finally post up this poem I recently wrote. Hope you figure out whose POV it is. Oh yeah, I will probably have loads of mistakes, so please bear with me. Enjoy. ^__^.
Borrowed Ambition Versus Blading Amateurs
Ambition,
My goal, my purpose in life:
To seek, to gain power,
To accomplish what others failed,
To own what destiny has set,
To have what's rightfully all mine.
Born to be only the best,
Driven by ambition,
Guided by integrity,
Allied by the eternal fires—
My passion and my life.
Patience's wearing thin,
A set of amateurs stand in my way.
Released my fiery feathered beast,
A phoenix for their thoughts,
A battle to prove my superiority.
Stolen three victories,
One left to go.
Little did I know,
That a turtle would foil my plans,
That took no offense by defense.
Defeated by a team,
Got ganged up on.
The taste of bitter defeat,
Sent my obsession—
My craving for power away;
Learnt from them, I have been lied.
Deceived, misguided,
By my own kind,
The one once I thought I loved.
He taught me everything, well, everything
But what those amateurs taught me.
Defeated, deceived,
And still the world spins and revolves,
Like the blade I possess,
Like the blade I had and will always possess,
Always in motion; still the fire burns.
Facing off with my ambition,
Which was moulded carefully into me,
Shall be my ultimate test.
These amateurs stand by me.
For that, I shall write my own destiny,
My own ambition.
I shall claim victory,
For them, for me, for the whole world to see.
Even for my loyal bit-beast.
Author's Notes: Strange little free verse I conjured. All reviews welcomed. Thanks for reading. ^__^.
