Mask
Shadow stalks in moonlight, the scream fades at dawn
Nothing compares to the sweet insanity of a child.
Reality withered, fantasy engulfs, whims accomplished.
Soul of innocence falters, smile corrupted,
Blood on blades dry only to be erased once more.
Confidence brimming, he takes part in the game,
The need for a challenge consumes the mind.
With childish laughter, he stares at the puzzle,
The pieces fall into place in a masquerade.
His usual routine repeats itself as he plays the pieces, strategy thought out,
But his false form, the killer he tries to be, leads to his downfall.
Prancing about in the curiosity of youth, he overlooks the danger that awaits all:
Everything a person does comes back to haunt them.
Most youth fail to take into account the Wild Card, other possibilities,
The true side yells in anguish, resists the Terror of Death,
However, a mask can easily adapt to the face.
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Disclaimer: I don't own .hack//SIGN.
A/N: My first attempt at .hack//SIGN poetry, and it was...weird...o.o;; Short, too. Yeah, I attempted to center it around Sora. It was pretty much inspired by the song "The World," as you can tell by the "sweet insanity" bit. Tell me if I got Sora's character right or failed miserably, please. That would be much appreciated. Flames are accepted. ^^;;
