To the Fallen and Forgotten
By: Zell's Lollipop Ninja
Rating: PG
Summary: How can you let the only one
who ever comforted you be forgotten?
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The small body lay motionless in the snow,
silent and forgotten. Delicate snowflakes
fell upon the corpse, the body not reacting to
the frigid weather. If only the deceased
could cry a single tear, they would.

They all looked at the her companion as if
he were strange. Each person the
companion met turned their glances away,
either in disgust or fear, she knew not of
which, but it mattered not in her mind. All
that mattered was that they had each other.

She sang the lonely tune of her friend, a
wordless yet memorable requiem. The
song echoed through the hills and skies,
telling all of the lonely life they had led.
If she could have smiled she would have,
just to offer some needed closure to her
only friend.

The sun had set early, that last day, the
clouds illuminated with a many colors. She
hung close to her companion, feeling the
approaching danger. She knew the end was
drawing near, but wordlessly, idly, sat in
waiting.

She was struck down by a single blow, her
neck snapping loudly in the snowy
atmosphere. She fell with a thud, quickly
forgot as her companion continued to fight.
Alone, in the cold, she lay dead, without
even a second thought from the one she had
spent all her days trying to comfort.

If she could shed a tear she would. She
had sang his song, been with him, offered
as much comfort as she could to him when
he had nothing, and now she was merely
discarded and unacknowledged. Her body
was left on the cold ground, snow falling
on her without the slightest thought or regret.

So, in the street of a small town, her grave
would be. Her companion would not ever
look for her, but at least she was never
replaced. She was his only friend for the
longest time, which he never chose to
name. It mattered not to her; if she ever
helped him, she was glad she had the
chance.

That song that they made still echoes on
the wind, a quiet ballad of his pain. The
one who was loyal to only him, his guitar,
faded away, and was forgotten amongst
the chaos that was his life. Broken strings
for broken hearts, nothing in his life was
destined to be mended.

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End


Just in case you didn't catch it, this is about the GUITAR!

Odd. That just came out odd. Strange bit of personification there, isn't it? It was supposed to be a poem, but it's more like a narrative or something… Hm. Well, I liked writing it. This is my first thing submitted to the Kikaider section, I might add more stuff later but not right away. I hope that this piece of tripe can hold ya'll over.

There was something about when Kikaider's guitar broke that made me want to cry more than anything else in the series. Perhaps I'm just a strange old sap, but the angst is almost overwhelming to me.

So, How 'bout you review? You might want to. Heck! You could be my buddy if you did! Oh, and I want to thank my usual crew of people who always make me write stuff, since, I wrote this and all. That makes more sense than anything I've ever written.

So, I hope ya'll are happy and healthy and filled with all the good stuff. Here's to you!

Over and out
--Kate, Zell's Lollipop Ninja