Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me except my imagination. Don't sue. I don't deserve it.
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A Change of Heart: Light and Darkness
A soft,
fluffy
blanket of snow, floating
gently
above the pale desert sand, left
unkissed
by the sun's
gentle
golden
rays;
two earthern-brown molds
stare out of the
pale
grains, gathering the
damp
moisture from the bowels of its
mother,
tiny pools left
muddied,
untrodden
by gaiety. A soft pink gap
slowly opens to emit a
faint,
inaudible,
whispery
sound, like a
voiceless infant
whimpering for its mother.
A storm brews, its
shadows
sweeping over the
barren,
damp land like a
great
gray
dragon,
unleashing a
low,
rumbling
roar,
a sharp,
spitty
hiss,
like a sea of poisonous cobras,
their hoods flaring,
revealing patterns of
crimson
on black,
thin,
slimy
scales.
The soft blanket of snow
vanishes into a whirlpool,
from which slowly descends great white spires,
topping the
blackest
of churches, the church of
shadows, of
darkness, of
Satan himself. The tiny pools of earth
harden
into solid rock;
lightning strikes;
the rocks burn with an
angry
glare, emitting
sharp,
twisted
bolts of blue, white and gold electricity.
Fires spring up about the land, casting the
soft
grains of sand into
ashy
oblivion.
What happened to the
sweetness
that had lingered before?
What happened to the
soft land,
to its mother?
What happened to the
joys
that dominate the heavens?
Who let them be thrown aside by the
darkness
of the devil?
Where come this sudden
change of heart?
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First off, this poem was inspired by Ryokomink, who requested something written about Bakura. Thanks, Ryokomink! And, of course, thanks to everyone who has taken precious time out of their lives to read and review this anthology. It is greatly appreciated!! ^_^
Princess Florea: The…wrinkles… If you mean those various pencil lines the characters "don" when they're extremely angry or concentrating very hard… I'll do the very best I can, but I can't guarantee you'll see the result soon; it may be a few "chapters" before I come up with a decent poem for that idea. But don't worry, I'm thinking about it.
Ryokomink: I guess I have you to thank for this poem, lol! And I also hope they don't get rid of that twitch (though they may get rid of the popping veins and bloodshot eyes. It would be deemed too "violent" or "frightening" for children *rolls eyes*). And as for Yugi's hair…yes, it does move, even when it's dry. It may be a subtle movement, it moves. (I don't think Yugi would gel his hair. He's not that type of person.)
Misura: How about we put it this way: Everything about Yami no Malik is dark, dangerous, threatening, horrifying, etc. etc. He's, in short, a sadistic, psychotic maniac who can rival with Satan.
Hell's Dragon: (Ah! Another dragon!) You're the first person to call Kaiba a dolt, you know that? But I don't think he really cares whether or not he injures someone. (Sorry, Kaiba fans, but that's just the way he is, in both the dub and the original Japanese version—it's the cold, hard truth.) And yes, Yugi's hair is like Inuyasha's ears in which it is something we all want to "pet," to make sure it is real.
Iteria: You saw him as a baby? When? Where? What episode? PLEASE TELL ME, I'M BEGGING YOU!! And I guess he would dye his hair, now that I think about it, though he didn't strike me as that type at first. (And how does he manage to keep that dye in for so long? Ah well, that explains why the purple in his hair keeps changing to reddish-purple to red. But it's so perfect, the way he dyed the edges. How did he do that?) And as for how he got hair like that…this is the world of anime, remember? Anything is natural, as far as hair and eyes go, lol. And I didn't know "Malik" was also Arabic; I found it under African… (It fits him so well, doesn't it?)
(Let's see if I can do this without storming off this time.) Stay tuned next time for the next installment of Oddities: An Anthology of Crazy YuGiOh! Poems. Thank you, and have a nice day. (Hey, I actually did it! *cheers*)
