Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss Kreuz, at all.
Note: Batesian Mimicry is a biology term that refers to an adaptation that
can help a harmless species resemble and mimic a protected one. Ex: flies
that look and act like bees.
I wrote this after a Biology test. Enjoy, and please review, flame or not,
just respond.
It's a little odd at first, but I think it's nice. Written in Omi's POV,
and it's a poem.
Batesian Mimicry
Ask anyone, I'm just like Ran,
Showing no trace of emotion;
Seeming to be a heartless man,
Though really a passion ocean.
Everyone thinks I'm just like Ken
Athletic and optimistic
Smiling now, and always has been,
Often blunt and quite specific
Yohji I truly do admire,
Charming and seemingly carefree
Serious, though, when things are dire,
Best friend a guy could ever be.
At a first glance, we're all the same,
Killing for the sake of justice
With precise, impeccable, aim,
We take down all of our targets.
In the battle, our mind is naught,
As I said, they're just like me.
While the target is being fought
We show Batesian mimicry.
It must be pretty confusing,
Me saying we have the same mind,
But heart is only amusing,
Or so an enemy would find
By adapting to act like foes
We possess the same protection;
It's cowardly, everyone knows,
But it helps us to take action.
Out of fights, I'm different,
Letting emotions have a role,
Trying not to cry and repent
For the slow decay of my soul
It's easy to be like someone,
When you have no will of your own,
If life won't change, I shall have none,
Be a perfect Batesian drone.
Batesian Mimicry
Ask anyone, I'm just like Ran,
Showing no trace of emotion;
Seeming to be a heartless man,
Though really a passion ocean.
Everyone thinks I'm just like Ken
Athletic and optimistic
Smiling now, and always has been,
Often blunt and quite specific
Yohji I truly do admire,
Charming and seemingly carefree
Serious, though, when things are dire,
Best friend a guy could ever be.
At a first glance, we're all the same,
Killing for the sake of justice
With precise, impeccable, aim,
We take down all of our targets.
In the battle, our mind is naught,
As I said, they're just like me.
While the target is being fought
We show Batesian mimicry.
It must be pretty confusing,
Me saying we have the same mind,
But heart is only amusing,
Or so an enemy would find
By adapting to act like foes
We possess the same protection;
It's cowardly, everyone knows,
But it helps us to take action.
Out of fights, I'm different,
Letting emotions have a role,
Trying not to cry and repent
For the slow decay of my soul
It's easy to be like someone,
When you have no will of your own,
If life won't change, I shall have none,
Be a perfect Batesian drone.
