A/N: Another poem that has the voices of all the pilots, including Zechs! Here, I'm trying to show what I think the Gundam pilots are like after a battle.
WuFei: Peace is intangible, and often difficult to find.
But its more desireable than war's choking bind.
Even so, I'll fight the fight, even with my many flaws.
For that is what soldiers do, they battle for their own cause.
Zechs: I have many titles, they're almost equal to my shames.
Lightning Baron, Lightning Count; a few of my names.
But you can call me Zechs, that's what everyone else know me as.
Milliardo Peacecraft I no longer am, because of pains my past has.
Heero: Like every fighter, emotions are something that I must hide.
As a result, I've become colder than ice inside.
But somewhere within, a faint beat remains, slowly dying.
The faintest bit of emotion still alive, alone and crying.
Trowa: I fear my past, and loath the mistakes I might someday make.
Failure, disapointment, all things that I simply cannot take.
And each time I go to battle, I'll sit there afterwards, darkness all that I can see;
Wishing, hoping, even wanting the blackness of space to engulf and swallow me.
Quatre: After the fighting is done, all I ever want to do is cry;
I'm trying to wash away the shards war has left in my eye.
I'm so worn out inside, and trying to find meaning in life.
But all I've ever found is revolution and strife.
Duo: After the brawl has ended, all I can see is Death.
That foul word hangs upon my every breath.
I've tainted these once-clean grounds with my blood and sin.
Maybe that's why I feel so empty and drained within.
Soon after all of this, another miserable battles comes, but I don't care.
Where there must be soldiers, wherever we're needed, we'll be there.
WuFei: Peace is intangible, and often difficult to find.
But its more desireable than war's choking bind.
Even so, I'll fight the fight, even with my many flaws.
For that is what soldiers do, they battle for their own cause.
Zechs: I have many titles, they're almost equal to my shames.
Lightning Baron, Lightning Count; a few of my names.
But you can call me Zechs, that's what everyone else know me as.
Milliardo Peacecraft I no longer am, because of pains my past has.
Heero: Like every fighter, emotions are something that I must hide.
As a result, I've become colder than ice inside.
But somewhere within, a faint beat remains, slowly dying.
The faintest bit of emotion still alive, alone and crying.
Trowa: I fear my past, and loath the mistakes I might someday make.
Failure, disapointment, all things that I simply cannot take.
And each time I go to battle, I'll sit there afterwards, darkness all that I can see;
Wishing, hoping, even wanting the blackness of space to engulf and swallow me.
Quatre: After the fighting is done, all I ever want to do is cry;
I'm trying to wash away the shards war has left in my eye.
I'm so worn out inside, and trying to find meaning in life.
But all I've ever found is revolution and strife.
Duo: After the brawl has ended, all I can see is Death.
That foul word hangs upon my every breath.
I've tainted these once-clean grounds with my blood and sin.
Maybe that's why I feel so empty and drained within.
Soon after all of this, another miserable battles comes, but I don't care.
Where there must be soldiers, wherever we're needed, we'll be there.