If I Am A Poet, I Don't Know It
A/N: I am in a rather poetic mood (Dear God, did I just sound like Colin Craven from the Secret Garden?! 00;) and I thought…that I would write some poems for the SK Group! Nheh…well pulls at collar nervously nonetheless, 'tis a poetry collection, and though I am a terrible poet beyond all means of rescue, I do hope you enjoy it…if you request a character or pairing and you haven't FLAMED me yet, then I will probably do it unless I cannot stand that character/pairing However, if you flame, Hao will burn you…actually, flames only make me laugh, but still…squinty eyes if you flame, Hao will burn. YOUMEFLAME HAO-SAMA'S PYRO ATTACK…. Toodle loo!
Disclaimer: Roses are red. Violets are blue. Me no own Shaman King. So you no sue.- LOL, I fell in love with it when I read it somewhere, sorry whoever I stole this from…well, that is certainly PATHETIC, I don't even own my own DISCLAIMER...
2. What Must Be Shattered Must Be Broken- A Poem Dedicated to Diethyl Lyserg
A/N: Lyserg is one of my favorite characters, and I finally have the opportunity to write about him, yay! Alas, he can never
take Faust's place… Once again, rather horrible, but if you are crazy enough to enjoy it, please review.
What must be shattered must be broken…
It is the betrayed law of man
Ever present since Pandora opened the Box…
Like a window in a cathredral, fragile beauty and idyllic domesticity must
Be torn away
The good for the wicked always pay
An innocence lost forever, and a destiny torn at the seams
Look at him.
He is no shaman.
But that is what they say in mortified utterances before they
Look deeper into his eyes.
Look at him.
He is no innocent.
Inside, a torture unfurls, and a tacit sadness befalls him
Ah the lost young souls waiting in the dark
So said the reaper
Look at him once more, no shaman, no innocent,
A product of a life rewound
And forced to take a second look
Never again to feel a loving mother's embrace, a father's kind words,
Not even the sunshine that fell upon the dazzling moors
Could foretell nor salvage
What was to occur
A shaman of fire, with a goal to fulfill mankind's omnipresent law
But would you desire a god who knows all?
Unlike the blindfolded Fortuna, spinning the wheels of time obliviously
The silk of innocence tarnished by blood and stolen by flames
He carries with him a wounded heart but a courageous soul with a mind
Untainted with the desire to kill
Or does he?
Will the law apply to him once again?
What must be shattered must be broken
The law of betrayal and the bitter
Lingering taste
Of lost souls