Authoress' Note: First off: I'm sorry for the delay!! Damn procrastination… And yes, I WILL do Spyro's poem, but I'm going to save him for the end. Partly because I like to save the best for last, but mostly because I couldn't decide how to write it. Anyway, here's Bianca's poem, reflecting on around the time when Bianca started to change from a villain to an ally. I always found her to be a rather complex character, she was always one of my favorites. ^_^ Read, review and enjoy!
What exactly is it I'm doing?
I've followed orders
Gotten the eggs
Made my escape
Tried to scare of the dragon and that cat guy..
Didn't work
Tried threatening him
Didn't work
Tried zapping them
Got the cheetah
Got flamed my the dragon
I short: didn't work either.
And then as I saw how that dragon was willing
Not only to save those eggs, but also helped complete strangers
That he never knew
That they never knew
And for no reward he helped them all..
He was driven by some sort of higher meaning
And now I think…
What is my meaning?
Am I fated to work as lackey for a sorceress?
Or am I destined for something more?
Is something waiting for me?
What if it isn't?
Why do I help in the plans of evil?
I don't enjoy it
But it has to be done
Sacrifices have to be made
There is no other way..
At least I don't think so..
Well..the Sorceress thinks so anyway..
But what do I think?
Am I doing good?
Or am I the evil one?
Do I sacrifice the innocent for the greater good?
Or do I find an alternative?
It seems I cannot decide
My magic knows not weather to be black or white
And nor does my heart
For now what was black and white
Is now a swirled hue
Of gray
