Serendipity

Author's Note: For the last couple of weeks, the only real free time I've been allotting myself has been to watch a couple of anime shows I've recently started following. Well, this was written on the aforementioned night between those shows with nothing else better to do for the moment than to listen to some music and let inspiration take its due course. I hope the resulting piece isn't flat-out bad or too much of a reflection of how tired I seem to be lately. There's some of the personification in here that I've wanting to try my hand at, but nothing to the extent of the future "masterpiece" I'm hoping to cook up by this upcoming weekend (I'll finally be done with my spring semester!). As for "Set Me Free" or the one-shot I intend to put out, don't worry: I'll be working on both along with an update for "The Awakening." Just remember that it might take me a while. Rest assured I'll also be reviewing for you guys again as soon as I can put the horrors of finals week behind me. With all this rambling now out of my system, here's a poem about Helga feeling a little "empty" about the "hollowness" of her life. I guess my forte is angsty stuff. Anyway, enjoy and please review!

My Friend the Void

One friend watches for another.

- English proverb

I feel a great yawning abyss opening within me,

And it is only growing wider by the day,

Stretching forth its dark arms toward me.

How much longer before I fully succumb to its embrace?

Would I even care if I did?

I must admit this black chasm is an old friend of mine,

For we have often met over the years.

In the wee hours of the morning before the sun has shown her face,

Or late at night when the moon's hour is nigh,

The void welcomes me.

We speak of many things in our meetings together,

Of matters both past and present;

But the conversation inevitably turns to one subject:

You.

A heated debate ensues between my companion and I;

He is of the opinion you do not care for me,

And I defend you,

Declaring you worthy of my attentions.

This goes on until he abruptly departs,

Always extending the same invitation:

Join me.

Should I forsake you and cleave myself to that vast indifference?

It must be comforting not to know anything at all,

Nor to feel too much too fast.

I have a multitude of matters pressing upon my mind,

And I don't know how to handle it.

Oh! There is my friend the void now;

He is beckoning me;

I must answer his call…

Author's Note: Okay, did that suck? Please tell me what you think! Well, I better get back to my finals…