What's up readers?! My computer caught a virus, I've got to go back to school soon and I need to re-take some exams because I need better results but it's all good!
I just changed my settings. I didn't realise that I wasn't accepting anonymous reviews! Sorry about that.
I guess this is my conclusion to Face Off. You know, the bit when Yugi's crying and all? Read it. Oh, and as always, thanks for the reviews! I love you guys.
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Seto's P.O.V.
~ ~ ~
I can see him,
fallen on his hands and knees
where's his pride, where's his dignity?
his loyal supporters, running to his aid
encircling him within a protective barricade
I can hear him,
the sobs of a broken man
soothing comforts from the friendship clan
the fact that I've won reiterates within me
as if to convince myself I deserved this victory
I can taste it,
but victory is far from sweet
the flavour's sharp, so piercing, I can not speak
I hold my tongue; words do not belong
bitterness emitted from the friends of the wronged
I can smell it,
the fear induced into my rival
It was required to ensure my survival
to eradicate the putrefying stench of decay
brought forth by my conscience as my body rotted away
I can feel it,
values which for so long I've suppressed
a strong feeling I refuse to express
for me to feel this way he couldn't truly be a foe
an ill-fated clash between two noble souls
I just changed my settings. I didn't realise that I wasn't accepting anonymous reviews! Sorry about that.
I guess this is my conclusion to Face Off. You know, the bit when Yugi's crying and all? Read it. Oh, and as always, thanks for the reviews! I love you guys.
*********************************************************************
Seto's P.O.V.
~ ~ ~
I can see him,
fallen on his hands and knees
where's his pride, where's his dignity?
his loyal supporters, running to his aid
encircling him within a protective barricade
I can hear him,
the sobs of a broken man
soothing comforts from the friendship clan
the fact that I've won reiterates within me
as if to convince myself I deserved this victory
I can taste it,
but victory is far from sweet
the flavour's sharp, so piercing, I can not speak
I hold my tongue; words do not belong
bitterness emitted from the friends of the wronged
I can smell it,
the fear induced into my rival
It was required to ensure my survival
to eradicate the putrefying stench of decay
brought forth by my conscience as my body rotted away
I can feel it,
values which for so long I've suppressed
a strong feeling I refuse to express
for me to feel this way he couldn't truly be a foe
an ill-fated clash between two noble souls
