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