This doesn't even mention GW characters or storyline, so I won't even put a
disclaimer, though I will tell you it is from Duo's POV, just in case you
didn't figure that out from the title . . .
Shinigami's Hell
Bitter cold
Waiting here
For tales untold
Shrouded in fear
Why don't you tell
You make me wait
Alone in my own hell
I wonder if I am late
To what one might ask
If you understand
I shall tell you of my task
Drowning in time's sand
Old and forgotten
That it may be
If only truth was cotton
It could be soft for me
I have chosen this place
To be my hell
The God to be my face
To which my soul I sell
Though I may be wrong
I may not be God
The walls confine my song
Feeling alone and odd
This soul I vend
To myself
May not be mine to mend
I don't even own myself
These actions are not mine
Though done by my hands
They follow in a line
Running over the lands
Heaven for me this may sit
For something must be worse
I just don't know it
For deeper must go the curse
There I have told you my woe
Now let me know yours
For I am not your foe
I must know your sores
Until I am told
I shall linger
Your story shall not be sold
I will not anger
So I beg of you
Please tell
I watch for your queue
As I wait in my hell
---*---
I know I suck at poems -- gomen
disclaimer, though I will tell you it is from Duo's POV, just in case you
didn't figure that out from the title . . .
Shinigami's Hell
Bitter cold
Waiting here
For tales untold
Shrouded in fear
Why don't you tell
You make me wait
Alone in my own hell
I wonder if I am late
To what one might ask
If you understand
I shall tell you of my task
Drowning in time's sand
Old and forgotten
That it may be
If only truth was cotton
It could be soft for me
I have chosen this place
To be my hell
The God to be my face
To which my soul I sell
Though I may be wrong
I may not be God
The walls confine my song
Feeling alone and odd
This soul I vend
To myself
May not be mine to mend
I don't even own myself
These actions are not mine
Though done by my hands
They follow in a line
Running over the lands
Heaven for me this may sit
For something must be worse
I just don't know it
For deeper must go the curse
There I have told you my woe
Now let me know yours
For I am not your foe
I must know your sores
Until I am told
I shall linger
Your story shall not be sold
I will not anger
So I beg of you
Please tell
I watch for your queue
As I wait in my hell
---*---
I know I suck at poems -- gomen
